The wound? Ryah brought a hand up against the bandage, though he didn't press down. From what he had seen on the shower, it looked like he was healing up rather nicely. Whatever had been in Drake's saliva must have done something to speed the process up. The thought of just how Drake had administered the 'cure' though, made Ryah's cheeks heat up and he looked away, feeling his face burn.<br/><br/>Drake's next question gave him pause and something else to focus on. "Charlotte had been on the hunt for someone when she sent me a picture. It wasn't much, and I lost contact with her after that but it was very distinct. A tattoo on someone's arm, a picture of the Ouroboros. I had a contact, someone who recognized the tattoo."<br/><br/>Maybe that picture alone wasn't a clear admission of guilt, but from Ryah's contact, he knew the reputation Phin had, and he didn't seem very innocent. It was the best he had to go on.<br/><br/>The brunet fought back a yawn, his body wanting rest so he could replenish the blood he'd lost. Even though there was a clear offer of coffee, and damn did it smell good too, Ryah figured sleep would be more beneficial.