As Praya stood by my side, her gaze shifted to my wound, concern shimmering in her eyes. She gently touched it with her snout, and I reassured her by rubbing her temple.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Her attention then turned to Jessica, who limped toward us. Observing her injured leg, a sense of pride welled within me, knowing that Praya had landed a blow on her.

Gerald got back on his legs and approached us. Praya made sure to position herself in front of me, guarding me from both ...