He woke up on a large bed that he wouldn’t recognize right away. Some time in the last little while Kane had moved rooms in the house to the bigger Master dwelling as his grandfather gave up his seat and thus this used to be his room. Not that Kane had bothered to change much of it. It was dark, surprisingly cool for Hell, and fill with gothic furnishings including the canopy bed Dimitri was laying on. The only light in the place was coming off a fireplace that was lit with playful flames flickering across his vision but making everything hard to see. “I was worried you had run off again, but making an appointment to meet me before you did seemed rather unlike you.” Kane spoke in a calm and quiet voice.<br/><br/>It felt like everyday the man was becoming more like a house leader in Hell, somehow his aura growing more menacing and powerful even if it was rarely directed at Dimitri. “I didn’t expect to summon you in such a state though.” He admitted a hint of actual worry was in his tone as he sat down on the bed next to Dimitri and offered up his wrist with no hesitation to the man. Kane wasn’t much of a healer on his own and he didn’t trust many people to handle Dimitri right now, not until he found out what the Seven Hells happened to the man. After all he didn’t know one of the demon lords was waging a full out war or something.