Chapter 357 - Damon needs to get moving.

The afternoon was far too peaceful for the number of problems still existing inside that mansion. Damon was sitting in one of the smaller rooms on the ground floor, near the open doors leading to the garden, with a folded blanket over his legs more because of Ester's insistence than any real necessity. He could already walk, train, and cultivate for short periods, but there were still clear limits. Limits that, according to Ester, he seemed determined to ignore only to prove he was still the same functional idiot as before.