He was oblivious to the door opening once again, and the person that had entered the room, the blade of the sword glinting in the moonlight that was now shining through the window, the curtains drawn back just slightly. He was at his most vulnerable, just laying there, unaware of any attack that might come his way, and if it had, he'd be dead before he even woke up. But that was not to happen that night. No, someone else was making sure that he stayed alive.<br/><br/>A stirring in the furthest corner, and a body steps out of the shadows, revealing Sebastian. He had a sort of bemused expression, and the tiniest of smiles. "I had a feeling you would sneak in here, my young mischievous lady." He walks over to her, and looks down at the boy who was laying there, bandaged and covered by the sheets of the bed. "Looks like you found out what I was doing." For a moment he was quiet, allowing Ellie to speak if she wanted, before talking again. "I happened to find him collapsed outside in the rain, covered in mud and blood. I didn't want to just leave him laying there, it seemed that he was running away from something. I hope you can forgive me for my actions, as I did this on my own accord." If she was anything like her father, he knew she'd be a bit upset, for not telling her, but then forgive him quickly.