I slowly twisted on the bed, hissing in pain as the skin and muscles around my wounds contorted. Daphne was quick to move, but I held up a hand to hold her back. Once my feet dangled over the bed, I gently lifted myself forward. Daphne had her hand out which I did grab this time, allowing her to help pull me up. It was tough, but I was steady on wobbly legs. Daphne moved to the other side of the tent while I stretched myself slowly, careful not to ruin any bandages or reopen wounds. It was worrisome that they were black but it's not like anyone has any idea how to heal wounds made by Death.