Under Henry's steady healing, the roc's injuries kept knitting back together.
Last time, when Henry was in top condition, it had taken him more than half an hour to fully patch the roc up.
This time, with his mental energy already battered and his body running on fumes, it took over an hour.
Even so, the Glacial Bear was shaken.
Those wounds were that bad… and it healed this fast?
As the last scars vanished—feathers even filling back in where they'd been torn out—the Glacial Bear's eyes widened.
Then it strode straight up to Henry, shoved forward its damaged leg, and stared at him with an almost comically hopeful look.
Only now did everyone notice what was wrong.
One of the Glacial Bear's feet… was missing the entire paw. It was just the ankle stump braced against the ground.
The moment they saw that, they understood.
It wanted Henry to heal it next.
"Skree!" the roc called out at Ethan's group.
Ethan didn't quite catch the meaning and immediately looked at Skinny Pete.
