Zataire is standing and looks significantly less healthy than before, he has cuts and scrapes all over his body, he has bruises everywhere as well as he has a very pale skin color, as if he were a ghost, or saw one, he is leaning against the wall breathing heavily, he begins moving towards Abia, hoping the barmaid can get him a room, or at least a floor to sleep on. "Anything would be good at this point" he mutters, before promptly forgetting what he was doing and groaning in agony while holding his head. He seems to be in an excruciating amount of pain.