Now that all that was done, Jelo decided to go look for Mira once again, especially now that he had eaten the Dabba heart, his headache was gone completely, and his fuel reserves were fully replenished. The gnawing hunger that had been driving him to the edge of madness had vanished, replaced by a feeling of strength and vitality that made him feel almost invincible.
Almost. He was smart enough to know that overconfidence would get him killed in a place like this.
He stood up slowly, brushing the dried blood and dust from his clothes as best he could, though it was mostly a futile gesture. His clothing was torn and stained beyond any hope of looking presentable, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was finding Mira before something terrible happened to her.
