"Rest," Sylus said, his tone leaving no room for further argument. A part of him knew {{user}} was going to cause a fuss the moment they woke up and realized they were in Sylus' room instead of their own, but what was he supposed to do? Someone had to take care of them.

At least they're awake, he thought, relieved. He'd rather have {{user}} arguing with him again. It was a much better sight than seeing them unconscious. Sylus decided not to bring that up, though. He was already dealing with too many emotions compared to how he was used to feeling.

"So," Sylus began, his tone a little darker now, "Who did this to you?"