The sound of pouring rain was what woke him from his slumber. Damea opened his eyes to a dark room, a window with pouring rain against it and candle light flickering just on the edge of his vision. He was still in the holding cell, but hadn't been moved so that told him that Reginald must of somehow kept him out of jail. The fire mage had to seriously thank that man, without Reginald, he wouldn't have known what to do.
Slowly shifting his body, he felt a lot better than he had several hours ago. More of his energy had been restored from the much needed sleep. He could have slept more, and dearly wanted to, but he had to leave and see if Reginald had heeded his warning. He sat up and was greeted by a pounding headache. With a slight groan he reached up and pressed his hand against the side of his head, wincing slightly. A sound across the room caught his attention and he looked up. The bars to his cell were opened and the large key keeper walked in.
"Here, the doctor told me to give this to you as soon as you woke," the man said, his voice thick with boredom. Damea took the paper and glanced at it. An address was scribbled on it in what was most likely Reginald's handwriting. The key keeper left the room and did not close the bars to the cell that Damea occupied. Standing, the mercenary slowly peeked out and looked around. His eyes went to the key keeper and he cleared his throat. The man looked up from his paper and frowned.
"My... weapons... I'd like to have them back," Damea said slowly. He was answered by the guard flicking his gaze over to the wall where the fire mage's twin swords were already laid out and ready. Damea nodded to the man giving him a slight smile before quickly retrieving his weapons and leaving the building.
It didn't take Damea long to navigate through the city. He'd been there plenty of times before. Working his way through the streets, Damea made it to the address given and wiped away the rain that had soaked him through thoroughly. Looking around he made note that no one was around in the empty street and reached up for the door handle. Opening it and closing it softly, he entered the house and leaned against the door before calling out. He didn't wish for Reginald to think him a burglar and accidentally kill him.
"Reginald?" When it was safe, Damea came into the room where he found three people instead of just one. How Touya and April had come to be in the city he did not know, but what did give him cause for fear and worry was the fact that Touya was laid up on the couch bleeding profusely. Once again the Therian was walking with death far to closely. Damea moved quickly and was beside the three of them in no time.
"What happened!?"
At some point during the hard ride to the city, Touya had lost consciousness. He couldn't recall entering the city, nor being put up onto the couch in the house he now woke too. Slowly his eyes opened and the first sight he saw was the white ceiling overhead and then Reginald sitting right next to him. Well... this is certainly familiar, Touya thought to himself. With a quick glance around he saw April and also Damea. With that he concluded they were back in the city where he'd left several days ago with April to look for Val.
Turning his gaze to Reginald he gave the man a small grin, "We've got to stop meeting like this," he said softly, his voice a bit hoarse. He shifted around and started to push himself upwards, but a tight feeling across his chest accompanied by a painful burn brought him back down. His breath gasped into his lungs as he fell back and he reached over to grip the area tightly. Wincing he looked down to see what the doctor had accomplished. Once again nearly every inch of his lithe frame was wrapped in white cloth, some of it now staining red from his reckless move.
"You're the idiot who goes and does whatever the hell he pleases," Damea's voice countered. The fire mage was definitely angry with him, "Doesn't matter who tells you not to. Or that it's a bad idea. Damn it man, are you asking to be killed?! Could it bother you to think at least? We actually care about you, you know. What do you think we would do if you died? We're not friends by just the word, Touya," Damea continued, his voice rising and falling in his fit of anger. Touya shifted slightly so that he could look at the man who stood at his head. Damea's mismatched eyes were angry, filled with worry and relief.
"I'm sorry..."
"Yeah, well next time try giving our plans a thought," Damea muttered and turned away. The mercenary left the room then and Touya was left in an awkward silence.
What was he to say to that? Everything Damea had told him was true, the Therian was reckless and had no thought about the others feelings or anything like that. All he'd cared about was trying to mend things between the Therian's and the humans. Or was it completely different from that? Did he really care about that, or was he trying to get himself killed for all of his past failures? Touya didn't know for sure and his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the ceiling. All he'd done in the past several weeks was make sure that April, Damea and Reginald were safe and then tried to make sure his own people were safe. He wanted to make Val see where his errors lie, but then there were humans who had no heart, no compassion at all for Therian's. This made his thoughts go to Miles, a cold and deadly man who almost killed Touya, not because Touya deserved death, but simply because he was Therian.