After Keledu had gone far away, Yeyasu carefully got out of bed. He moved very slowly, because even the slightest exertion sent searing pain through the wounds all over his body.
By the time he had fully gotten out of bed, his entire back was soaked with sweat.
Yeyasu examined his body and found that all his wounds had been cleaned, treated with some unknown herbs, and wrapped in clean linen. He had even been dressed in a layer of clothing.
Yeyasu had never worn such beautiful clothes before. There were no patches or tears, and compared to the foul-smelling sheepskins he used to wear, they were not only lighter but also carried a pleasant fragrance.
All of this made Yeyasu very happy. He raised a hand and gently stroked his clothes, as though feeling whether it was all real.
Just then, he suddenly felt his stomach growl.
Only then did he realize that he had been unconscious for three days and had barely eaten anything. He was utterly famished.
Even though his entire body ached terribly, Yeyasu endured the pain, climbed down from the bed, and slowly made his way to the table to take the food placed there.
When he cautiously put the first spoonful of milk oatmeal into his mouth, he could not help letting out a satisfied sound.
In no time at all, Yeyasu had finished the entire pot of milk oatmeal.
Just as he was idly preparing to return to bed and rest, he suddenly saw the world outside through the little window of the tent.
He suddenly said happily, "Ah, the blizzard has finally stopped!"
Meanwhile, Keledu arrived at the center of the camp. It was a clean open space that had just been cleared after the snow stopped.
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