"How are you feeling?" I asked Lelo once he was settled in his room at our house where he would be staying for now.
"Pretty good," He said. "Thank you for doing this,"
"You're welcome and you always will be," I said.
"How are your bruises?" I said.
"They're better," He said. "Where's your mate?"
"He's in our room," I said.
"I hope I can get to thank him for saving us later," He said.
"Well, we can all get breakfast tomorrow so you can talk to him then," I said.
"Alright," He said. "Anyway, how about your mom? She must have been exhausted after what happened? I feel bad for bringing this to her."
"No, I checked on her before I came to talk to you and she's fine. She's just thankful that we are all safe." I said.
"Really?" He said.
"Yes, she even said that she'll cook fo
