His confusion only grew as the woman rushed into the room and pushed him back into the bed. He instinctively began to resist against her touch but he could barely do more than raise his arm before succumbing. A groan rumbled from his chest as he felt the pain blossom from moving, hand pressed against his side. He forced himself to shift his attention from his wounds to the stranger now in the room, desperately taking a drink of the water to cool his ragged throat.<br/><br/>“You know most healers don’t threaten their patients.” Alex managed after swollowing the mouthful of water. “Just what I need when waking up in strange rooms. Strange pastes to put into my mouth.” He commented softly as he took the spoon and slipped it into his mouth. He tried to not let the displeasure of tasting the mixture show but this proved to be an impossible endeavor. He fought back the urge to spit it back out as he looked over at the woman sitting next to him.<br/><br/>He couldn’t help but still have his reservations about the stranger. Trust wasn’t one of his strong suites and despite what she must have done to get him to safety he was still on guard. It didn’t help that he felt completely naked with his sword by his side. “Alexander. And I was on a hunt. Didn’t exactly go as planned.” He explained, unsure how much he was willing to say.