Strelitzia tried to be careful picking her way back through the halls. She didn't need anyone asking questions or trying to run back to the Queen. The pain finally began to settle in. She had to grit her teeth and move on. To her it seemed forever before she finally reached the guest wing, gently knocking on her cousin's door. "Bynx," she called quietly. "Bynx please open the door." There was an edge to her voice driven by pain and impatience.
Bynx slowly opened the door and his face immediately twisted into worry whenever he noticed the piece of wood sticking out of her shoulder. "What in the Gods name happened to you?" Without giving her time to respond, he pulled her inside so no one else could see her. "Who did this to you? Was it that bitch of a queen?" His voice was in a low hiss.