"Here have some warm water" Zadkiel handed the warm cup to Fvaian who sat straight on the mattress to gulp down the liquid.
"Thank you!: Favian half smiled handing Zadkiel back the cup.
"DO you need anything else?" Zadkiel asked placing the cup on the coffee table.
"I need some sleep..." Favian once again laid down pulling the comforter on his face leaving no room for Zadkiel to reply.
Taking the queue, the sorcerer walked out of the room switching the light off behind him as he slowly closed the door. Making himself busy with preparing dinner, Zadkile tried making as little noise as possible.
Just as the door shut, Favian sat up straight staring blankly at his hand. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. Favian examined his hands, his mind wandering through the recent events that had transpired. The wounds had healed, but the scars, both physical and emotional, were still fresh.