Jarnathan was lounging around on a backless, couch-like furniture, his left wing and lower two ribs broken, but now treated, most of his recovery still well ahead of him

"I swear i'll never go to that prison ever again"

he said, slowly laying onto his back, resting his head on the cushion with a soft hiss, his injuries still pretty painful

Due to how serious the damage of his bones was, his work at the council was momentarily stopped until he got better