Urchin awoke in an unfamiliar room and let out a loud groan of pain. It wasn't unbearable pain, but the kind of aching pain that comes complete with a state of complete and utter exhaustion that no amount of sleep can satisfy. How long had he been asleep anyway? More importantly, where the hell was he. Urchin assessed his surroundings... The Raven Club! Yes, he vaguely remembered stumbling up here last night. God, he must've been really drunk to be so hungover this morning... No. Not drunk. Injured. He remembered now! There had been a fight. A battle even. Charity was in trouble and... Bloody hell, he'd been stabbed! His mind scrambled for the memories of last night. Charity was okay! He breathed a heavy sigh of relief remembering that. There had been a lot of injuries inflicted but everyone was alright. He'd gotten the worst of it, but he was fine now. Surprisingly fine, actually. Considering he had almost died last night, it was a miracle that all he had suffered was an aching body and a state of complete exhaustion. But Eilerias had healed him, hadn't she? That must be why he felt so much better now. The bleeding had completely stopped. Was there even a scar?
Urchin checked himself over. It hurt to move, but he had to make sure there was no permanent damage. Patting his hand over the area where he'd been stabbed though, he found the area rather sore and tender, but there was no more bleeding and no scar from what he could see. Most of his injury was covered by his bandages though, so he couldn't... And that's when it hit him. No blood. No blood anywhere. His bandages had been changed! His hand instinctively went to the tattoo over his collarbone. Someone had seen. Someone knew. Who?
Charity? ... No. Eilerias! She had been the one to heal him. Urchin had kept trying to pull away, but Eilerias had insisted. He finally managed to pull away to the bedroom, assuring her that he just needed rest, but that obviously hadn't stopped her. She must've healed him while he was asleep. Damn it! She must've seen. That meant she knew! Knew who he really was! Had she told anyone? He had to find out! If she had told the others... Damn it, it wouldn't be long before the whole world knew! And then what would happen to him?
Ignoring his aching muscles and how utterly drowsy he still felt, Urchin darted out of bed. Eilerias had been kind enough to leave out fresh clothes for him. Isak's, probably. Too large for him, but still very considerate of her. Stumbling his way down the stairs, he found the bar empty save for Ogden and Eilerias talking over a cup of tea.
"Uh..." the lad muttered, nervously rubbing the back of his head as he tried to figure out how to approach the subject. "Mornin' Miss Eile. I... Thank ya for 'ealin' me last night. I'm feelin' much better. Sorry fer kickin' up a fuss an' bein' such a brat." He spoke to Eilerias but it was Ogden he was looking at, trying to read what he could in his experssion. Had his opinion of the boy changed? Had Eilerias told him? ... No. No, there was nothing to suggest that he knew anything whatsoever. Was it too much to hope that she hadn't told anyone? Not even Charity?
Urchin checked himself over. It hurt to move, but he had to make sure there was no permanent damage. Patting his hand over the area where he'd been stabbed though, he found the area rather sore and tender, but there was no more bleeding and no scar from what he could see. Most of his injury was covered by his bandages though, so he couldn't... And that's when it hit him. No blood. No blood anywhere. His bandages had been changed! His hand instinctively went to the tattoo over his collarbone. Someone had seen. Someone knew. Who?
Charity? ... No. Eilerias! She had been the one to heal him. Urchin had kept trying to pull away, but Eilerias had insisted. He finally managed to pull away to the bedroom, assuring her that he just needed rest, but that obviously hadn't stopped her. She must've healed him while he was asleep. Damn it! She must've seen. That meant she knew! Knew who he really was! Had she told anyone? He had to find out! If she had told the others... Damn it, it wouldn't be long before the whole world knew! And then what would happen to him?
Ignoring his aching muscles and how utterly drowsy he still felt, Urchin darted out of bed. Eilerias had been kind enough to leave out fresh clothes for him. Isak's, probably. Too large for him, but still very considerate of her. Stumbling his way down the stairs, he found the bar empty save for Ogden and Eilerias talking over a cup of tea.
"Uh..." the lad muttered, nervously rubbing the back of his head as he tried to figure out how to approach the subject. "Mornin' Miss Eile. I... Thank ya for 'ealin' me last night. I'm feelin' much better. Sorry fer kickin' up a fuss an' bein' such a brat." He spoke to Eilerias but it was Ogden he was looking at, trying to read what he could in his experssion. Had his opinion of the boy changed? Had Eilerias told him? ... No. No, there was nothing to suggest that he knew anything whatsoever. Was it too much to hope that she hadn't told anyone? Not even Charity?