The scrape on his cheek was gone. The purple bruises beneath his eyes weren’t as vivid as they had been when he’d arrived, either. He looked refreshed. His mood seemed lighter as well, which did little to make me feel better. Any sane person would have been happy that the Lord of Cahlish wasn’t as grouchy as usual, but for some reason, it irked me endlessly.
This man drank some blood?
