Geoffrey left Zander in their shared bed, his wounds tended to, cleaned and his clothing being mended by Geoffrey himself as he sat on the small balcony overlooking the entry courtyard. Sewing was not his best, that was more Bev's job but she was busy with the late crowd working it's way in. Mostly they were farmers, a few rough looking types and perhaps a handful of guards. The latter looking relaxed and laughing loudly as they headed into the Inn's bar area.

Using his teeth, he pulled the string taunted, and bite down roughly making the string snap quietly in the air. His face partly turned to look into the room, where Zander lay breathing heavily and sweat bedding on his forehead. Both fist clenched tight once more made Geoffrey walk away from the balcony and into the room slowly. A ceramic basin of deep red color sit in a bedside table, cool water and a rag inside the basin.

Wringing out the excess water, he placed he gently, almost lovingly on the boys forehead. His eyes scrunching up in worry as he looked down at the clenched fists again. Paper stuck out from one edge wrinkled and with a few blood splatters from where Zander had most likely bleed on the it. It looked like one of his Seal Papers. When he went to touch it, a rough hand grasped his reaching arm roughly, "Don't..."

Zander's voice was hoarse from him crying earlier and is cry of utter panic when he attacked the Seals on Olga's bedpost.

"That drained!?" Geoffrey asked teasingly. "I thought you Demacite users didn't drain yourselves when using your powers." Zander told him to go do things to himself and Geoffrey laughed. "You sound like mom. Get some rest, the Queen of the Inn is up and about, so no ones going to get close to you. We'll figure out the next move when your chest wound heals faster."

Zander scowled at Geoffrey which made the younger man laugh and wink, "My belt... Need to put... away..." Geoffrey pointed to the other bedside table, and Zander removed his own made seals and placed the tainted on into the pouch. Placing his finger to the drying blood, he used it to swipe over the crystal clasp to lock it tight from intruders. 

Geoffrey waited a few moments, watched Zander pass back out, and went back to the balcony. Sitting on the railing, his back against the building's outer wall, he placed a Thistle to his lips, and let out a tune to attract more customers. Kids from the city around, always asked him how to play it. He just needed to draw them in.