Eventually, a mage attends to him. They heal the arm just enough to save it, and move on; it's rewrapped by a non-mage medic, and at last Mado is out of the woods. He sleeps for a long time, fitfully and with all the exhaustion one would attribute to such an experience. But when he blearily opens his eyes again, he seems to be present. Ellie isn't his mother anymore.
"Ciao," he says hoarsely, not even trying to smile, even if there's friendliness in the greeting.
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He sleeps for a long time, fitfully and with all the exhaustion one would attribute to such an experience. But when he blearily opens his eyes again, he seems to be present. Ellie isn't his mother anymore.
"Ciao," he says hoarsely, not even trying to smile, even if there's friendliness in the greeting.