Larys sat at your bedside silently, calmly. He had dismissed the medic who had been about to give you more milk of the poppy as you woke up. While a strong pain reliever, being so addled on the concoction dulled the mind. His cane rested near him, always within reach as he awaited your awakening. He wondered, briefly, if you remembered what had caused the injury. Especially as he was directly asked to watch over your recovery as a ward of his house if possible.