Growing On Me

Garand turned to the Elf, his usually stern and still face softening a bit.

"My leg is faring well, in much better condition than I expected, given the magnitude of my injury. Your and Tiella's aid was instrumental in it's healing, I thank you for that."

Garand couldn't help but notice that the only two with Elvish blood were doing the most to better his health, it was due to them that he could walk now, and due to them that he owed so much to everyone. He only hoped that he could repay them sufficiently, and, deep down, he wished not for that day of repayment to mark the end of his relationship with the others. As strange as it felt to admit, they were, as some of the others he used to know would say, 'growing on him'.

He knocked the small wistful smile that had unconsciously formed upon his face with a cough and a clear of his throat. He noticed Majvoc running toward them with panic strewn across his face, and under the notion that something was likely very wrong, began to push himself up to his feet.