The young man rested well. It seemed he had been put to sleep while Glendilina had performed her magic on him. Glendilina had no idea of what Pegawen thought of what she had said. She had not meant to insult, she only meant to inform Pegawen that they had explored a lot more then the west had if they did not have the techniques that she used on the young man. They had learned to do things that they had not known possible when they had came to t he land they were in. The war had changed that and great advances were made. She went to the other wounded that might need her skills.<br/><br/>The young soldier slowly came around and suddenly cried out in pain. He grabbed at his legs with his hands and his legs jerked. His eyes went wide and he gritted his teeth as he looked at Pegawen. With labored breath he got out, "Did you see that?" he asked. Again his legs jerked and pain shot through them. "I feel pain in my legs." he said excitedly. He looked at them and slowly he moved them. "I, I can feel them!" He looked at Pegawen with a happy but pained face. "Thank you, Thank you." he told her.<br/><br/>Throgan chuckled and nodded in agreement. He had done just that and knew what she meant. They were much alike and he knew his father was going to love her. "How much longer do you think or I should say does Pegawen think you will be laid up?" He wanted to get moving before the Orcs had a chance to cut them off. "Oh and this belongs to you." he handed her sword back to her. "It is an amazing weapon. I wish that those that made it were still around to teach us how to make more like it." he told her. "Do you feel like moving about and maybe taking a walk?" It would drive him nuts trying to rest constantly, he could not but sleep only so long and then he had to be up and about.