An angered patron loomed over Sigrun, and glared at her for quite some time before kicking her side. This only caused her to roll the other way, so another kick was in order. No response. One, final kick was given before the knight opened her eyes. After the thought of Larea crossed her mind, she pushed herself up in a snap, and began running upstairs. The disgruntled customer was confused by this sudden urgency.<br/>"I was starting to think she was a decoration," said the barkeep.<br/>Sigrun threw open the door, slapping the man sleeping next to it, and rushed in to see the girl that was in unbearable pain just hours before. She felt partially responsible for what happened, and her inability to do anything about it before only made it worse. She wanted to ask if she was alright, but words are somewhat useless to the mute. She let her silence be an affirmation of her concern.