Naviru groaned softly but the sound was barely a soft breath of a noise. He felt himself lifted up and his arm just sort of flopped from the shoulder down. He felt something soft shortly afterwards. He was still too out of it to wake up just yet. He moved in his sleep like state and let out a sound of pain. He settled down and relaxed into the soft cushiony place. He felt warmth and slowly started to stir. It was after she left that his eyes began to flutter open. He groaned and let out a soft cry of pain. Forcing himself to sit up. He assessed the damage to his wings. "One is completely broken." He mutters as it just sort of flopped around. "They both have burn holes in them." He paused. "On a whole...I was lucky to make it out of there alive." He says to himself. Looking around and noticing this was a rather large home. "I have a bad feeling I am not in the fae realm." He says. Panic in his eyes and he tried to fly only to fall back onto the bed in an ungraceful heap. He forced himself to a sitting position and looked around again. He sees the door open and tensed.<span style="font-style: italic">Do I talk to her? I really have no other option. Unless she can't see me but then if she can't how did I end up on this strange thing?</span>He thinks to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">I  will have to risk it. I'm already in deep trouble for being in the mortal realm. At least I'm assuming I am. By the look of her I am.</span>He hesitated a moment and then spoke. "Hello?" He calls out. "Can you hear me?" He asks.