Murnglesh walked along with Veria to guide her to the room her friend was staying in and did her best to reassure her along the way. "As I said, your friend is in perfectly good health, or at least he will be. The bandits broke a few of hit ribs, his jaw, and cracked his skull. I know that sounds bad, but all-in-all, it could have been worse. The head injury did give him a concussion, but the Imperial healer who tended to him first did an excellent job of stopping any damage there, as well as repairing his fractured skull. I have been tending to his other wounds, and he will recover. He is awake, but I have forbidden him from leaving his bed for at least two days. I do not want him himself hurting himself any more than he already is. His jaw still pains him, so he has a bit of trouble speaking, but he is awake and fully conscious. As near as I can tell, it has not hurt his mind." 

It was not long before the pair reached Swims' room . Murnglesh opened the door and motioned for Veria to enter. Swims was inside laying down in a bed eating a breakfast of oats, soup, and other items that did not require chewing. "Veria!" He shouted with a smile as soon as he saw her, which of course sent pain shooting through his face and caused him to grab his jaw. "Owww." He groaned. "I really shouldn't laugh. It kind of hurts...a lot. Anyway, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you. Are you alright?" He asked. His voice was somewhat slurred from his injury, but he seemed in good spirits.