Kavan gave a faint and painful nod to the healer's instructions.

"Cha," he confirmed to his head and rib being a mess and what needed medical attention.

He frankly didn't believe in gods and stuff; but he wasn't going to argue with the local beliefs. To each their own, that's how he had always felt about that. As long as nobody tried to change his lack of spiritual beliefs, they could worship whatever they wanted.

He'd have to talk to the other foreigner at some point. It wasn't as if they really had time to socialize as slaves anyway. It just made sense that they might get acquainted, even though the blond guy seemed quite confused and distressed.

When the healer returned her attention to him, he was okay a the thought of pain.

"Gona... Gou mago," he explained, so she wouldn't worry about him.

"Cha," he replied tentatively about the possibility of moving. He felt as if he was going to pass out again; but the rough help of the brothers on the way to the tent had given him the smallest modicum of rest.