Feng Jin looked up, anxiety written across her face.
"This is bad... Clementine, arrange a quiet room. I'll treat him."
"With injuries from the Black Tide this severe, it's a miracle he's lasted this long."
"Why don't I try treating him...?" Yan Huan asked. "I've never treated an injury like this before."
"No. Touching a Black Tide wound is extremely dangerous." Feng Jin shook her head.
"Huan Bao, you have no experience, and you're one of the few fighters we have left. Trust me."
"You, Die Bao, and Teacher Tian should head to the Tree Court first. Once the patient improves, Clementine and I will catch up."
"All right." Yan Huan nodded. "I'll mark the location and come pick you up when it's time."
Castorice agreed. "...I understand. May fate show mercy to this unfortunate soul."
Trianne looked at the patient too and said:
"Trianne believes he'll get better!"
Then she turned to Yan Huan and Castorice.
"Everyone, follow Trianne! We'll fly, fly away from Okhema!"
As she led them along, Trianne said:
"From this road, we'll fly up and leave Okhema!"
"Little Die, Little Huan, are you ready?"
"We'll hold hands, big and small! Off to the Tree Court!"
Once they left Okhema, eternal night shrouded the sky.
Thanks to Kephale's sacrifice, Okhma City truly was the only dawn.
As they traveled, Castorice walked with needle and thread in hand, stitching away.
"Hmm... sewing gemstones onto wool felt is harder than I thought..."
It was the second day since the three of them had set out.
"Phew... what's everyone doing?"
Trianne, walking ahead, turned to look at them curiously.
"Little Huan? Little Die?"
"Preparing a gift for Lord Tian." Castorice tucked her handiwork behind her back and smiled.
"But it isn't finished yet, so Lord Tian can't see