The first thing I realized when I opened my eyes were that Orophin had pulled Sheaowyn off of me and he himself was hovering above me. "Rumil!" Orophin yelled, joyous tears springing to his eyes.

I smiled. "Yes, bother. Did you miss me?" This earned me a huge and painful hug when it would have usually earned me a punch in the arm. "Orophin…" I groaned and he quickly backed away.

I could hear Sheaowyn's sobs from somewhere on the floor. But I was not in a good state to speak to her. "Are you alright, brother?" Orophin questioned.

"Yes, I will be. I think I just need some rest and, well, time for my shoulder to heal."

"Alright. Would you like to be left alone? I shall call in a healer." Orophin replied.

I nodded and watched as he turned. I just knew that he was glaring down at her. "What is to happen to her?" I asked reluctantly.

Orophin turned his head to look at me. "She will remain in the dungeon until you are well enough to pass judgment." He said flatly.

I closed my eyes. "Alright." I heard a grunt and shuffling and then I was alone again until a healer came in and began checking my wound.