Frostbound

"Do you need anything?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Do you want me to make you anything?"

"How's that? Are you comfortable?"

The stream of questions was never-ending and while her concern was endearing, it bordered on annoying.

"No Mom, I don't need anything. I'm not hungry and yes, I'm comfortable." I droned for the hundredth time since waking up.

For the past two days, she'd been fussing over me like I was a newborn baby again. I tried to bear with it to make her feel better but I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take.

Thankfully, a distraction was about to take place that would make her cool her jets. It wasn't like she could continue her tirade of questions while we were meeting about things.

Right?

Injured as I was, it was difficult to get a sense of things happening outside my tent. I spent most of my time lying down in [Cold Meditation] trying to recover as best I could which didn't leave a lot of time to walk among the people and get an idea of how everyone was doing.

I knew we lost a lot during the battle, I had the numbers already, but I wanted to feel it rather than hear about it.

While a fight with the other City over the Mine wasn't likely, it wasn't out of the picture, which meant I had to spend my day trying to get as fighting fit as possible instead of walking around the camp.