Outside a fruit tea shop in Theramore, Deren walked out supporting his waist, with Stellagosa following behind him. After all, he was nominally accompanying her on a shopping trip at the moment. But when he thought about the figure that had just vanished through the Void Teleportation Array, he still shuddered a little.
Having slept with N'Zoth, was he the most badass traveler across all Timelines? If he ever had the chance to return to his original world, he could brag about that for an entire year.
But at the thought of it, his poor old waist began aching faintly again.
"Deren, what's wrong?" Stellagosa hurried over, supported his waist, and said softly, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to treat you?"
"Uh!" The moment he thought of a Blue Dragon's method of treatment, he felt intensely stimulated. Damn it, why had none of the games he had played ever mentioned that Blue Dragon saliva—cross that out, spit—had healing properties? Could any problem be solved just by smearing saliva on it? Or was Stellagosa's XP just unusual?
"No, no, there's no need. I'm fine!" Deren hurriedly refused. This damn treatment might leave him weaker the more he received it.
White Jaina still hadn't shown up today, so after dealing with one Blue Dragon and one Old God, he had nothing left in him. Fortunately, he had received the power of a Red Dragon before, or there was no way he could have handled it. Thinking about how he still had to fight ten tonight, he might as well recover some health while he could.
Stellagosa tapped her red lips with a finger and smiled inscrutably at Deren. "Then forget it. Where shall we go next?"
"Let's get something to eat?" Deren desperately needed to replenish his energy.
"Okay!"