I had obtained an ugly and deep wound on my right foot by a sharp pointed rock nearby the riverside. I was scared seeing the amount of blood I was losing. I tried to get up to wash the blood from my foot into the nearby river but with every attempt I made, I fell right back to the ground.

　　"Rain!" I heard Arkane shout my name.

　　He sounded worried, very worried.

　　"Arkane," I answered. "I'm near ...