Brandon
Opening his eyes wide, Furo found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He sat up slowly as he examine the room he was placed in. Unfamiliar bed and similarly unfamiliar room, he could not immediately place where he was. He was mildly concerned how he landed in such a place, but more concerned where his jacket was. Looking at his state of dress, he was dressed in his outdoor attire sans the fighter jacket he liked to pilot with; That would make it the second one he lost in two...

*Damn.*

He knew where he was before it dawned on him that his undershirt was caked in dry blood. The young man pulled off his shirt as he inspected the bandages beneath; Thoroughly ruined, but not damp in anyway. He undressed what should have been a pretty severe wound in his shoulder, but it had closed up nicely.

Rather it was perfect and felt like he had never needed to pull a broken horn from his body. In hindsight, that had been dumb thing to try and treat on his own. He should have had either Sapphire or Icid— Right... Now he remembered how he ended up here alone. 

Furo swung his feet over the edge of the bed and found his shoes waiting for him exactly where his legs dangle. It must have been what's her name. Who she was was not forthcoming in the moment, but how she looked was pretty vivid in his memory. Hard not to memorize the look of horror on someone's face as they watch you collapse and rudely bleed out on their floor. So there was at least one apology and one "Thank you" In order. What else did he owe her?
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He fit on his shoes and tried grasping the headboard of the bed to stand. The comfortable material of his jacket made itself known and he slipped it on while leaving his ruined undershirt and bandages balled in his hand. He wished he could magically stumble upon the light switch in the room, but letting small strands of electricity dance along his form was better than nothing.

The door to the room was found quickly, and once opened, granted sight of that Mod's desk of all things.
Raymond
*Aria had been sitting at the desk, looking over a lot of papers and books, making it practically look like she was studying for a test in 7 hours. At first she didn't notice Furo exit the room, being too focused on a specific page in a book. But then she noticed Furo.*

"Oh! How are you feeling? Your body was in horrible shape. I used my best healing and medical knowledge to keep you from bleeding out."
Brandon
He slid his free hand into his jacket pocket with a look of shame on his face. The feeling of an object made him pull his newly customized phone from it before he quickly shoved it back where he found it upon realizing what he was holding. Shame amplified as he quickly zipped his jacket fully before replying to Arai with a blush; His eyes looking anywhere but at the person he spoke too.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Didn't mean to make a mess, but I appreciate you looking after me."

It was rather awkward to him, and he tried reading the names of any of the books as he looked to take his mind from his little incident. He put his hand to his neck as he finally accepted the need to just push through it. 

"Hey... Uh... How long was I out? I didn't mean to put you out of a bed if you were using that one."

Surely Mod had a guest room, but then again all of the other rooms could have been cluttered with books leaving that as the only bed. Merlin would be like that, so it would not have surprised him if this was more of a library than anything else.
Raymond
"Don't mention it. It was no trouble, just got worried is all. You were out for about 2 days. I checked on you a few times to make sure you were still stable, and used a spell to make sure you didn't starve or anything."

*Furo could see books that seemed to be about the darkness and different studies of it. Among the papers, Furo could see what looked to be detailed reports, alongside a reoccurring name on them and a paper clearly written by someone else. "Otoka". If he looked closer at the paper that seemed to be a letter, he could see what looked to be an image of a jungle next to the word "Location".*

"I also have a bad habit of not sleeping when I should.."
Brandon
*"Magic is such a cheat..."*

Furo muttered under his breath as he listened to how he was taken care of. Two days of being unconscious was not a significant amount of time for the human body to have been in danger he figured, but the idea that he could have been out indefinitely and still be fine as long as she was taking care of him was wild to say the least. He was impressed and worried what else these mages had under their belt.

Actually not needing to eat or sleep due to magic could help him push some of his projects up by— He quickly shook his head as he was losing track of the conversation before him. 

"I'm not one in a place to tell you the importance of sleep, but I am pretty experienced in the bad effects of not getting rest if you ever want to hear some stories."

Despite being told it was alright, he still felt like he deprived her the option of at least considering proper rest. He had not even considered if magicking away some essential bodily needs came with any drawbacks.

As he let his words linger in the air, curiosity got the better of him and he inquired into what she was looking at.

"What are you studying so intently?"

As was his nature, he memorized what he saw whether he wanted to or not. Why he was better at remembering written information than verbal, he never put too much thought to, but here he was still struggling to remember this lady's name. Actually, maybe he was never told or the lack of blood in his system made it even harder to commit it at the time.

Furo let his eyes wander elsewhere before he read something he was not suppose to. Would be bad if it was not something he was suppose to be privy to, as even if the old lady was elsewhere, he would understand if this was need-to-know information sitting there. Then again... Nah they would have warned them about the keyblade Icidro picked up before hand if they knew; And Brad's impulsive decisions were for him to sort out on his own.