He didn't understand, he found himself having these sort of abstract moments increasingly so. Silence blanketed over him once more as he merely observed in the weakened creature from his own solace. Brow furrowing as he failed to understand and perhaps set himself back a few steps backwards even in trying to decipher what might as well be indecipherable or simply was a problem with no solution whatsoever. Perhaps he was just tired and the exhaustion was making him try to create problems and puzzles for himself out of some form of sheer sadism. He wasn't quite sure anymore as he allowed himself to lean most of his weight against the servant. Still eying Sindre in quiet waking repose. Not even wanting to add to his worries by allowing his mind to venture into the realm that questioned what might possibly befall them should the King find out that he had run out to find the creature, never mind if details of their injuries were omitted on part of the guard's. Perhaps he wouldn't know at all. It was much easier to think of this whole incident as never reaching the ears of the King nor his unruly prince, yes...so much simpler to keep that sort of mindset. 

  Then there was only his wound and his awaiting bed, and of course, the creature that he seemed to have now taken under his wing, but that could be dealt with at a later date, to worry about. 

It was hard to even see the imposing pillars or the lavish tapestries hanging adorning the walls; they were nothing more than red and golden shaded blurs as his eyelids began to droop. The pain in his leg had started to taper into numbness, not because of blood loss thank the heavens, but merely because his own tiredness had finally come crashing down upon his shoulders like tumbling boulder. And like if the simile was real, he was struggling to stay awake or alive in matter of the metaphor-simile, he corrected himself last moment. Shaking his head to try and regain some consciousness, he lifted it up to gaze at the rather humble pair of doors they had been brought to. Slowly, turning his head over to glance at Sindre. Even in his failing consciousness he wanted to make sure that the mer was alright. He wasn't sure if he could trust the guard anymore to treat him well.

 As the own guard he had been leaning on let go of him, he stumbled, catching himself on the doorframe before he turned to receive Sindre. Taking his arm up and having to awkwardly hold him as he leaned most of his weight on the door. Amanti paused, turning to examine the abode before them; the shades of red having been used rather warmly here rather than outlandishly and pretentiously throughout the rest of the castle, not that Amanti dare ever bring that up to the king who's fondness for the color red seemed to overshadow his taste for lavish golds. Such harsh thoughts could only be formed whilst he was truly exhausted, it seemed. Shaking his head, he tore himself away from the obviously well lived in and furnished setting to that of the man that stood within the heart of the room. 

  Blinking away some of sandman's spell from his eyes as he straightened in attempt to bow low to the man, the motion awkward and difficult with the position he was in. Taking in the man's aged and well worn features, something more than years in the lines etched across his face. The air of which he carried himself reflected what was already made obvious by the stacks of long tilted slabs of books crowding every available corner shelf and desktop. Even his words were lined, laced with wisdom beyond years. And with that wisdom there was a sense of welcoming. A warmth and...unmatching softness that Amanti hadn't heard in quite a while since he had gotten here. Instantly, he felt...what was the word, more at home stepping into the man's office. 

   Bowing his head, he nodded, then limped towards the closest cloth lined chair where he could lay Sindre down upon before he rather apologetically had to drag his own chair over for him to sit himself down into. Keeping his foot lifted to avoid the crimson sanguine fluid from dripping and staining the soft carpet below him. Biting his lip as their own disheveled appearance was assessed, "Forgive me," He was quick to apologize, "For we have not even introduced ourselves and I have never had the...pleasure of meeting you. I am Amanti, Prince of the fae and this is Sindre, a...a mer." The words were a little rushed, perhaps because the man was sleepy and wanted to or perhaps because he wished not to start off rudely; though in case of the former it was hard to tell if either was true. 
 
  "As, as for our injuries. We..we met with accident along the shoreline. There was.. there was glass upon the shore. And in stepping upon it, I grabbed my companion and caused us both to fall and hurt our heads against the rocks along the waves. My companion of which has suffered worse due to my own folly." He bowed his head, avoiding eye contact with the doctor. Lying was not something he enjoyed doing, but it didn't mean he was that bad at it.