Mozenrath opened his eyes and looked up into pure, hard, but slightly friendly, brown eyes.

"Hello, Princess," Mozenrath sneered as he weakly pushed himself up.

"Nice to see you are all right," she said coolly.

"Where is Aladdin and how long have I been unconscious?" Mozenrath asked, looking around the room.

"You have only been out for about three days, as to Ali. Aladdin," she stopped and her eyes darkened further.

"Where is he?" Mozenrath demanded, worry starting to build in him.

"He," she stopped again, and he could see tears start to form, but she was hiding them well.

"Tell me!" he snapped.

"He hasn't awaken and the healer is saying that he is weakening every day," she said softly.

"No! Where did you put him? I have to see him. I thought I healed him," Mozenrath growled as he started to pull himself out of bed.

"Wait!" Jasmine said, just as he pulled himself completely out and dropped to the floor.

"What is wrong with me?" he asked as he struggled to get up.

"The healer said you may have injured something, but he couldn't say what. I told you to wait," Jasmine said as she helped him up.

Mozenrath glared at her but said nothing.

"Come on, I'll help you get to Aladdin," she said as she slipped an arm under his arm.

He didn't protest as she pulled him to his feet and they started out in a stumbling walk.