Tarkus walked slowly through he halls, feeling dizzy and rather weary. The nausea and pain in his gut that had wracked him to a point of unconsciousness was only a numb memory now, and his mind swirled and his head hurt whenever he tried to remember what had happened in that room.<br/><br/><em>"I saw Kydul...he was sitting in my father's...." </em>He thought to himself before a knot of pain in his head and stomach made him stop and catch his breath.<em>"What vile sorcery is this?" </em><br/><br/>Every time he recovered from the affliction, he was less able to remember details of the conversation. Whenever he tried to thintoo out something else, or think about going about his day, he felt remarkably better, near full strength even. It was during one of these see-saw battles with truth and comfort that he turned the corner to go back to his chambers, where eye had left Aisha and Layla.<br/><br/>He wondered if he should turn around and just go to his sleeping quarters, when he came face to face with Layla with a gentle bump as they both rounded a corner in a mild trance.<br/><br/>"Oh." He said rather sheepishly compared to how he had left her last. His cheeks flushed slightly when he realized that she was stark naked. She was beautiful, even despite the marks and bruises on her skin. To think that they came from one of the cursed mercenaries made him furious, and yet at the same time filled his heart with remorse for her and a desire to somehow make up for her poor treatment with a gentle hand, even if it wasn't a romantic hand.<br/><br/>"Where are you going?" The question came out rather flat, not angry, yet far from the soothing gentleness he'd wanted to show to her. "Why are you..." He realized her being nude was not exactly something he should question.  "Are you alright? You look troubled." As though instinct, he raised a hand to put under her left cheek. "Were you crying?"<br/>