After a lot of hard work, I finally re-crafted all of my armor that was destroyed by the queen crocodile.
"Well ladies, I got my armor back!" I said.
"Nice work, Ricky," Tara replied. "It looks even more polished than when you first made your last armor."
Genevieve examined the armor. "Looking good!"
"How are you feeling?" Tara asked me.
"Well, I'm feeling pretty good," I replied. "Much better than when we went hunting a few days ago, and a heck of a lot better than when I woke up after you and Genevieve saved me."
"Right on, pal!" Genevieve cheered. "You'll be ready for some crocodile slaying in no time!"
"Give it a little while more, and you should be fully recovered," Tara said. "For the injuries you received, you are recovering remarkably fast."
Tara was right when she said that I was recovering pretty fast given the injuries that the queen crocodile inflicted upon me. It's a miracle that I'm even still alive given the number of times that I've looked death in the eyes since being here in this time and world.