Whitefish River always protect ya neck

Verx's answer was both encouraging and frustrating, if only because Dragomir had been waiting a lot longer than that, it seemed like, and there was still no end in sight for him. How could his dad's wound look so damn bad and heal faster than his? That was a touch dramatic, maybe, but thankfully it didn't show on his face much. He did muster the energy to complain, I've been waiting forever, but, granted, he had just been lying around for that whole time. It was dreadfully boring and left him far too much time to think about things he shouldn't be thinking about, like flashbacks to the cave, or how hopeless he always felt.

Vercingetorix's mention of being dead without Aurë's help made the boy's heart lurch unpleasantly. Speedy and his mother were instrumental in helping him get better, but there wasn't all that much they could do for him. It was a lot of wait-and-see. That wasn't why his heart thudded, though. What happened? he wondered, unsure if his father had ever shared that story or not. Probably not. Almost being murdered by insane sea hobos wasn't exactly the funnest thing to talk about.