"You fed me your blood? You mean you have a healing gift too?"
He nodded. "Yes, but it has a downside."
She swallowed her disbelief and asked, "Which is?"
"I can't heal even my own injuries if I'm too weak," he said, his voice low. "If I give my blood to someone else, it can...bind them to me, in a way. That when they're hurt, I feel it too. When they're weak, exhausted, it affects my healing speed."
Reana's eyes widened slightly. Does that explain why he heals quickly but the wound on his stomach took a little more time to heal… because she was exhausted at that time?
"What else are you capable of?" The revelations were too much. She couldn't even be surprised anymore.
Ryder watched her quietly for a while, then he shifted his gaze to the broken bed frame. Reana's eyes followed him, waiting patiently to hear his speech but she didn't expect what happened next.
"Reassemble," he mumbled lazily.
