Cydro blindly looked around. Not recognizing any of these sounds. He jumped a bit when he heard a womanâ€™s voice. His mind vaguely recalling that voice. â€œThere is a name in my head. It is bouncing around. Cydro. I think that might be my name. I canâ€™t remember...â€ He said. Listening as she continue. Feeling the cold wet rags on his burns. He let out a soft sigh of relief. Some of those felt like they were on fire. He felt her hand on his face and turned his face to it. Sniffing it lightly. She smelled like herbs and flowers. It was an intoxicating scent. He turned so her hand was on his cheek. It felt so soft and cool against the hot cheek. He wanted to talk. His words strained some yet he was able to say them. He listened to the sounds of the room. More notably was the heart beat he could hear pumping through her veins. He let out a soft sound. â€œYes.â€ He said. Giving in to the healer womanâ€™s demands.