It had taken weeks for him to recover. After being shot by Ratcliffe John had decided to stay with Pocahontas and her tribe. Convinced by her that their medicines would work in healing him. His recovery had been slow but sure enough, whatever ointments and plant dressings they had been using for him had worked.
The first week he had lain up in a hut they had built for him, put on strict bedrest with only Pocahontas as a companion. The time they had spent together, had brought them closer, she had taught him their ways, shown him kindness, compassion, love. Her father didn't agree, it was obvious of his disdain for their relationship. Her best friend, Nakoma, she had visited a few times, with Pocahontas, made some small talk but he heard them arguing outside of his hut at night, about their people, Kocoum, his treatment.
He was an outcast in their tribe, his recovery was coming to an end, his was moving a lot easier, walking, and lifting without pain. He would show them that he could integrate with them, helping where he can, be a real match for Pocahontas, prove to her father, the chief that he would make a good heir.
Pocahontas had wanted him to recover longer, saying Grandmother Willow had said he wasn't ready, but he would show them, the men of the tribe would go fishing tomorrow and he would go with them, to show them he could be with them as a whole.