Time passes, it's only notification the cycle of the sun and moon, and the pressing need for rest from the only two humans in his Tower. Slowly, unexpectedly, venturing to assure the more unwilling of them was still breathing became routine.
If he was awake, food needed to be brought. Bandages needed to be checked. An inconvenience, but not completely so, for the vehement hatred aimed at him never waned despite how nights turned into days, weeks into months. Recovery was occurring, at a faster rate than what should have been possible for a mere Mortal.
...Well. Let it be said the GodHunter was no mere Mortal, but a vengeful torrent trapped in the body of a man, perhaps.
"...It's still best that you don't meet." Said to his original charge, despite her inquiries, in between the contact of her mallet and metal. A wonder they hadn't yet, but Tali-mae had always been loyal. She understood him, by habit of being his only company. Unfortunate that her curiosity was just as sharp as the weapons she made. "He'll leave once he recovers."
Kane's book snapped shut, alerted to the movement of his other charge. Prisoners to routine. The human of Physalis is awake, pacing the halls like a caged beast-- is one, technically. He walks, this time, choosing to alert of his approach instead of arriving in apparition.
"...Looking for something, GodHunter?"
[ @overx ]
