Rhonda
When Manfred would awake, he would awake in a bed with crisp white sheets, the same kind that matched the plain white gown he had been given on his arrival. To his right and left, similar beds lined the room, around 20 in total. He would notice that the room had some other residents, placed in beds too far away from him to speak to directly. Some nurses walked around the room idly, tending to some guards that had become sun poisoned or dehydrated during the festival. The room was bathed in warmth, floor to ceiling windows letting in beams of soft white light. A nurse, occupied with a push cart traveled down the center of the room, her head turning idly to catch a glance at each of the infirmed. She would catch Manfred stirring, and shout it out to the rest of the room in a nonchalant tone and continue on her way. 

A woman would soon be at Manfred's side, holding a pitcher of water. "Ello dere, son." She was matronly enough, warm brown skin and hair to match. She wasn't old, but her continence held a kind of indomitable wisdom, tired eyes and smile lines to match. "Manfred?"
Kyle
Manfred took a moment to fully wake. He rubbed his eyes which were not as bloodshot as they used to be. His breathing was stable. Manfred leaned up in his ben, using the wall to support his back.

"Wha- y-yes?" His words were slightly slurred as the effects of deep sleep hadn't quite worn off.
Rhonda
"Do you know where you are?" She took the cup on the nightstand and filled it with water. Ice clinked against the sides of the vase. "You came to seek council wit ta King. You feinted, love. Are you alright? Anyting brottering you?"
Kyle
"I remember that much, thank you..." He trailed off as he got a good look at his corpse of a body. His arms looked like toothpicks, and he count count his ribs if he wanted to. "I suppose something to eat would be nice..." He clenched his empty stomach and winced. "Thank you."