Ayl's consciousness had returned to him a while ago, but he refused his eyes the act of opening, choosing instead to lie still on the mattress Sam had set him on; partly because he wanted her to realize how dangerous their foes were, but mostly because of the process that was going on inside of him. Had Sam decided to peel back the clothing covering his wound, she would have found that the hole no longer existed, covered by skin as if it were never there at all. The process took great effort on his part, and rather than complicate things by moving around, his best option was to stay there.<br/><br/>After a time, he decided his body was in good enough shape to speak; and he did, though keeping his eyes shut and otherwise not moving in the slightest. His voice was low, almost melancholic, as he addressed her; "I'm surprised you didn't look," he said simply, referring to the hole his chest had incurred. "I expected you to go nuts over a wound like that."