"Alright. I'll be in my room." Janus responded, not sure if the two even heard them or not. It seemed as if Roweena rested in bed for a while, she'd be all healed up eventually. That wasn't to say Janus didn't pity her. When he was sure he was out of the other's sight, he set his mind on tending to his wound privately. If he was lucky, it was only a bad bruise, but Janus feared the worst. He rode the elevator up, and procured a two large laundry towels from the laundry room.<br/><br/>Janus retired to his room, and wrapped both the towels around the point where he felt the most pain. It was quite a job with one hand, but the extra pressure should keep the blood flowing, preventing obvious bruises. Janus felt an odd rush of joy when he felt his forearm jump up in pain when he lied it on the bed. He could still vaguely feel it, but the pain was overbearing. He hadn't seemed to fracture it. Janus pulled back the wrap to check it. Badly bruised and sensitive to touch, but intact. He fell back in his bed, both out of relief and overwhelming pain. He didn't intend to sleep, but just lay there and rest a while.