Rowan mimed the action of drinking water; Owen thought he was thirsty and turned his head intending to go get water for him.
Rowan reached out to stop him, signaling that he wanted to go along. Owen thought for a moment and then agreed.
He prepared to carry him out. Rowan, seeing his movement and having experienced it the first time, stood up straight, strongly indicating his desire to walk by himself.
Owen didn't dare to go against Rowan's wishes again; he took a step back and reached out to support him as he walked. Seeing he wasn't stubborn and didn't reject his touch, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
Rowan told him to bring the stone knife. Although Owen didn't understand, he still followed his request.
Just as they left the cave entrance, Owen transformed into a giant snake, used his flexible snake tail to wrap around Rowan, and flew towards Swan Lake of the Lost Forest.
The moment the snake tail wrapped around his body, Rowan's body stiffened involuntarily. Even knowing he had no malicious intent, he still couldn't control his body's reflex.
He secretly touched the glossy black scales, the cool sensation feeling very pleasant.
It wasn't hard to imagine the potential power beneath these scales, capable of squeezing prey tightly, easily causing it to suffocate.
Owen sensed Rowan's touch and secretly rejoiced in his heart; his wings felt more powerful, flying higher and faster.
Discovering Rowan wasn't afraid of heights, he couldn't help but be surprised.
Omeginas were usually timid, accustomed to living on land, and didn't like the feeling of flying high like Beastmen.
His Papa really disliked it when his Father used his beast form to transport him; flying a bit high would easily scare him to tears.
Worthy of being his Omegina, as strong as he was.
If Rowan knew his thoughts, he would definitely be disdainful; this height and speed were nothing to someone used to piloting fighter jets like him. Besides, who was his Omegina?
A moment later, they arrived at Swan Lake of the Lost Forest.
Rowan looked at the familiar giant trees in front of the lake, unable to help sighing that being able to fly was still the best.
Otherwise, he would have almost died stuck inside there.
Owen gently placed Rowan down; seeing him staring at the Lost Forest in a trance, he touched him with some concern.
Rowan came back to his senses, signaling he was fine. He walked to the lakeside, lifted his beast-skin skirt to reveal the injured calf, and washed the stone knife clean.
He gritted his teeth tightly, decisively swung the knife, and quickly cut off the necrotic flesh; blue veins popped on his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out.
Owen was terrified by the scene before his eyes, wanting to stop him but not daring to touch him. Looking at his bloody and mangled calf, his heart ached; he hurriedly searched for hemostatic herbs nearby.
Rowan ruthlessly cut away all the necrotic flesh, slowly exhaled a breath, and put down the stone knife to rest for a moment.
Owen hurriedly chewed the herbs he found into a pulp and applied them to his calf, stopping the blood that was incessantly oozing out.
Owen had never seen an Omegina so cruel to himself, nor an Omegina as resilient as him.
Not crying was one thing, but not even crying out in pain.
He thought this tribe of Rowan must not have treated him well; thinking of this, he felt heartache to the point of suffocation. He must treat him even better in the future.
Rowan looked at Owen, whose expression was even more pained than his own, and felt the leg wound wasn't that important anymore; a smile flickered across his pale face.
He reached out to pat Owen's shoulder, comforting him, signaling no need to worry.
Owen silently transformed into his beast form, carefully wrapped around Rowan, and flew back steadily.
After bringing him back to the cave, Owen went out again. Rowan thought he must be going hunting; the stewed meat this morning wasn't enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
Rowan lay bored alone on the bed recuperating; he had never been this idle. Previously in the Empire, he was always busy thinking of ways to destroy the Insect Race, repeating training every day, killing insects on the battlefield, with no time to rest.
Alpha soldiers in the army were terrified hearing his name; seeing him, they just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
If the Empire's medical pod were here, just lying in it for treatment for a few minutes would heal the leg as good as new.
As long as one was alive, no matter how heavily injured, the medical pod could repair through gene regeneration; even a lost leg could grow back.
He didn't know when this calf wound would heal; Rowan had never tested his self-healing ability.
He could only rely on the powerful self-recovery ability of a top-tier Alpha; it would probably be healed in a week.
He had to quickly learn the survival laws of this world; living well anywhere was not a simple matter.
He couldn't rely on Owen for survival forever, not understanding the intention behind his currently inexplicable enthusiastic treatment.
He still had to be somewhat on guard, even though he appeared very harmless now. Moreover, Rowan had never been a dependent or a burden to others.
The calf transmitted intense pain as if countless ants were gnawing, making it hard for Rowan to sleep; he felt his face starting to heat up again, drifting into a drowsy slumber.
Owen returned from hunting with a Golden Phoenix Bird, which Omeginas liked to eat most. The meat of the Golden Phoenix Bird was very tender; just a light bite could tear it apart, delicious no matter how it was cooked.
Its golden feathers could also be kept for Rowan to decorate his beast-skin skirt.
He also took a detour to pick some cotton fruits; he noticed Rowan didn't like eating meat very much, perhaps like those Omeginas in the tribe, preferring vegetarian food a bit more.
Placing the cotton fruits in the cave, he didn't disturb Rowan's rest, taking the two Golden Phoenix Birds to Swan Lake to process.
Returning to see Rowan still sleeping, he tiptoed over.
He realized Rowan's flushed face seemed abnormal, his breathing too heavy and prolonged.
He presumptuously reached out to touch Rowan's forehead, feeling like he was burned, he immediately retracted his hand, his whole person instantly panicking, hurriedly calling Rowan's name.
"Rowan, wake up, hurry and wake up." Owen began to become anxious and restless, his brows furrowed tight.
Once an Omegina had a high fever, they would lose their life before long; his heart hung by a thread.
Owen's call received no response; he turned and flew out of the cave.
Rowan's consciousness was chaotic, feeling like a beast trapped deep at the bottom of the sea.
In his stupor, he vaguely heard Owen's anxious voice, wanting to try to open his heavy eyelids but unable to do so.
Suddenly a cool sensation spread on his forehead; before he could enjoy this bit of comfort.
His mouth was pried open forcefully, pouring in extremely bitter medicine, sliding down his throat causing a violent coughing fit.
Rowan choked awake; he propped his weak body against the edge of the stone bed, spitting out the remaining medicine in his mouth, coughing incessantly a few times.
Finally calming down, he took a deep breath.
Owen stood dumbfounded to the side, holding a stone bowl of unknown origin, a glimmer of guilt and pity flashing in his eyes.
Carrying a look of unease, he said softly: "How do you feel, is there any discomfort anywhere?"
Ignoring Owen standing dumbfounded to the side, his eyes slightly open, a fire of anger suddenly rose in his heart, suppressed in his chest unable to be vented out.
Rowan didn't understand why his emotions were constantly out of control; he had never felt such miserable loss of self-control.
His body was limp without any strength; the numb calf sent waves of pain spreading throughout his body.
A scorching hand pressed against his forehead, pulling back his unfocused eyes.