"I just confirmed his hypothesis and let Salman fill in the blanks with his imagination. He thinks you punched him not to hide the existence of the tower from him, but because you blamed him for Friya's wound.
"Believe me, he has no clue about what you can do, and unless you give him reason to, he won't dwell on it. When Salman wakes up and apologizes for the trouble he has caused you, I suggest you nod and apologize for your outburst. The best lies are those we tell ourselves."
"A sound advice." Lith pondered. "The only question left is what to do with him."
***
Salman regained consciousness a few minutes later. He found himself cleaned and lying in a warm but foreign bed instead of in a pool of his own vomit.
He jumped to his feet, looking left and right for enemies until his mind cleared up and he remembered where he was.
"Do you feel better?" Nalrond asked and Salman nodded in reply, needing to sit down again.
