"Let's take a break for now; I want Bianca to be at full health before we engage the enemy Tyrant."
"Yes, Tyrant!" exclaimed the tribe leaders.
Bianca pulled on Elian's coat as she tried to change his mind. "Darling, you are being too fussy! I am fine."
Elian frowned and poked Bianca gently on the shoulder. The soft touch caused her to trip and almost fall. The Tyrant immediately caught her in a bridal carry and reprimanded her in a stern voice.
"You have been pushing yourself too much, Bianca. You hardly even have the strength to stand. Although your mana is fine, using soul bind without rest is taking its toll. We will rest until you recover. The tyrant and this entire dungeon can wait."
"But we have been here for over a week now! We left Crestfall almost a month ago; we have to hurry back!" she replied in a ragged tone.
Rather than getting angry, Elian pressed his forehead to hers and remained silent.
