One sick, Two in the bed

When Emily woke up from her sleep, her head felt heavy, and her body was overcome with exhaustion. As her eyes fell on Raylen, her eyebrows furrowed, and she asked in a feeble voice, 

"What happened to you?" She noticed he looked drenched, his shirt clinging to his body. 

"You happened." Raylen smiled, though the warmth didn't reach his eyes, and he fixed a slightly narrowed gaze on her. "Do you know what you did, Princess?" The internal irritation over what she had done hadn't subsided. It had taken years of patience and effort to complete the barrier, and now it was broken.

Emily's mind felt sluggish, and she struggled to string together her memories to remember what she might have done. She shook her head as the archdemon assisted her in sitting up on the bed.