Ryn walked through the streets of this ancient city, yet he didn't know where his feet took him.
He felt a bit of his agency back, but it was clear that this was an event that Nico was leading.
After a while, he arrived at a small apothecary's place where Mazin was being treated.
Ryn opened the front door and was instantly hit with the pungent smell of herbs and herbal concoctions that was just brewing on the side.
Mazin was awake when he entered.
A small part inside Ryn's body was relieved, even if it wasn't really him feeling it.
Mazin lay propped up against a stack of pillows, chest wrapped in layers of bandages that almost made him look like a mummy.
One arm was immobilized, propped up in a little splint, while the other was resting simply at his side. His face was pale but his eyes were clear to some extent.
"You look like hell," Mazin said the moment he saw him.
Ryn huffed softly. "You're not exactly glowing yourself."
