"Don't thank me. We're even." Oren's mother would once again frown, a favour was a powerful thing no matter where it came from. But. she had saved him just moments after his rescue of her, instantly paying back the life debt. The half fey looked at his side as she spoke again, reaching for the buttons on the shirt someone had dressed him in so he could see. He could feel the thick bandages squeezing his torso, but he wanted to see.<br/><br/>"I assume I'm at the Institute. We... walked here, yes?" Oren asked, buttoning up the shirt once more as his curiosity was sated. He slowly shifted his position, moving carefully so he was leaning back against the bed's metal head board. He glanced around the infirmary, taking note of the pictures lining the walls and dark decor. Very shadowhunter. "When can I leave?" Oren asked suddenly, turning towards her and raising an eyebrow. While he was capable of taking care of himself, he was injured. And a downworlder in a shadowhunter Institute? They were just asking for an unfortunate accident'