[Azeil]

Azeil grunted a bit when he woke and slowly sat. His body was sore, but his wounds were healed more or less. His tattooed shadows had lightened considerably once more, small, intricate tendrils swirling around his body. He started to run his hand through his hair but paused as he felt blood. It reminded him of what happened.

Closing his eyes, he sighed and laid back again for a moment. Where am I? he wondered, but soon decided that he didn't particularly care. Something about it was warm and comfortable... and he knew he wasn't with his Goddess. It couldn't be /completely/ bad.

Happening upon that conclusion, he sat up once more, opening his dark eyes to look about the room.