As they begin to regain consciousness, a wet sensation covers their body, warm and fragrant, despite the airs lingering staleness. Their eyes flicker open, adjusting to the candlelit room. What happened…? The last thing in their mind was that battle at the loufu…where are they now…? It only takes a moment more before they feel the warm water splash onto their arms, accompanied by someone gently washing their arm with a sponge. Upon looking up, they see him, their comrade.