Anethrial rises with a start, flailing for a moment before settling back against the wall. Her eyes dart around the dark room, before settling on Laszlo. She coughs.<br/><br/><em>"You came back for me,"</em>she says,<em>"Are you ok?"</em>Laszlo hears the genuine concern in her voice, and smiles in the darkness. The girls lack of concern for her own wounds is amusing, if not rather sad.<br/><br/>"I'm fine, we're safe," he says, sliding off the chest and settling into one of the straw mattresses. He is utterly exhausted and starving, his body's nutrients drained by the many stabs and breaks it'd had to heal. He rubs his eyes, and the false eye disappears along with the coloration to his true one.<br/><br/>"What exactly happened back there?" He says, sliding the patch around his neck back into place over the empty socket.