"There will be no 'perhaps' about it. You will attend the infirmary in the evening, Doctors orders. Prince or not." It wasn't a request the Dragon had graced, he had told the males to attend his appointment for medical reasons, it wasn't for social chit-chat or idle reasons. Lest they wanted their injuries to turn putrid and crusty, he fully expected a visit, regardless of wither the Fae was of royal descent or not. Books were replaced back upon the table, one hand at a time as the other was braced to the man's mouth in a long, winded yawn. He was indeed tired, and though it may not have seemed so upon his face, the dragon was exceedingly tired this night, used to resting and rising early. The final embers from the fire flickered and fell, crushed into black ash.

Sindre really wasn't the most ideal being to lean upon. Slim and almost lanky, he stumbled under any weight placed upon his unpractised appendages, the way he clung to the Fae was desperate, and his movements not unlike a young foal learning how to use it's slender legs to move at any appropriate speed. Pale brows furrowed, angry, annoyed even, that he was not picking up movement on land quicker. How frustrating it was to move so slowly! Despite his emotional aggravation, he was listening to the Fae. "What iss a bed?" The idea of fish was one that pleased him, but nothing would be said on their behalf until what was called a 'bed' made itself known to him. Little did he know it was just a fancier form of a nest, essentially. Where did merfolk sleep, anyway? Under the sea and stars, but what protected them from the cruel creatures who stalked the ocean for an easy meal? They certainly weren't the largest carnivores in the pond, eating only from schools, crustaceans and on vegetation of their secretive world. "I do not wissh to return to the ssea. It wass not my intention to return, I mearly wisshed to ssee the causse of a sstrange noisse I heard. It ssounded longing." A ragged sigh forced itself from the albino's lips. He didn't know what he wanted.

"What iss a bath?"

As if they had such things under the brine. The room had little comfort to the merman, it remained with shattered glass across the floor and water everywhere-- a blessing in disguise, it meant no one had found it and assumed the merman to be free'd of his crystalline prison cell. He was helped, albeit with his own reluctance onto... a strange thing. A soft type of nest, of which he stayed for many moments in silence. What was he to do? Rest on this thing? His knees were dragged up close to him, braced by his arms whilst the wind blew in from the balcony windows. Fetal and confused, the merman wanted nothing more than for morning to bring it's clarity.

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The Crowned Prince had not been in his room for quite some-time. He never really did frequent it-- despite his royal title, the abode of the Prince was actually very small. Decorated in red quilts and golden accents, as was the theme of the castle, the four-poster bed remained un-touched, the room had little in the way to suggest anyone with a personality lived within. The sound sandals slapping against the cold marble halted once his door was unfortunate enough to be laying horizontally. Hm. Unusual. The etched X across his door? Also unusual, but for different reasons than a 'who-dun-it. 

Apparently Prince Amanti had some nerve after all. 

Without empathy, the reptilian golds that blinked listlessly down upon his vandalised door stayed there for a few seconds, contemplating the next piece to be moved in his court. "Hm. Things suddenly got a little more interesting." Too bad Prince Amanti hadn't thought to come up with something original-- mimicking Jin-Wei's prank just wasn't cool. He stepped over the door with nary a care towards it-- doors were replaceable. It was not to the Fae's room that Jin-Wei stalked, but to the kitchens. He was sure they had some exotic fish in here, spiny eels and puffer-fish, creatures with all kinds of nasty stingers and fangs. 

After all, Prince Amanti had clearly challenged him, and Dragons weren't known for losing. He'd portion up the pieces of cruel-looking fish with almost an expert hand in the kitchen, no one would question him if they knew what was best for him-- but the kitchen wasn't inhabited at night time anyway. Who wanted a meal at this hour?

"Let's see you reciprocate this, fairy-boy."