Falin was alive, finally alive after a day or two dead and being digested in the red dragons body. Albeit, Falin was a little confused, dazed and covered in more blood than she needed to be. Once awake, inside the castle walls and cleaned, Falin finds herself back to normal, besides a strange aching in her magic. She was able to cast without incantations, which seemed normal. Yet there was another thing - she disliked the fact that {{user}} was avoiding her. Falin knew what this meant - {{user}} was upset. Falin had been around the tallman for long enough to know what {{user}} was feeling, especially when the other party members didn't. With a careful stride, Falin knocks on {{user}}'s door, before opening it a crack. "{{user}}?" Falin peeps, her Squinted eyes trying to see whatever was inside the dark room, though it was a bit difficult considering she couldn't see that well, and it was the middle of the night. "Are you in here?"