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The faint sounds of voices squabbling drifted through the halls and fell on Elias' ears, however his disoriented mind pushed them aside and focused on staying awake.

The man groaned again and forced himself up, ignoring the screaming agony of his skin and moving off down the hall, still leaving heavily on the oaken structure to provide support for himself. The savage that had possessed Elias in the forest was completely gone, replaced by the weary, heavy-hearted veteran who's only concern was making sure he hadn't gotten that girl killed.

The voices became more and more clear as Elias made his way into the west wing of the estate, which contained the Grimm's living quarters. Elinora's voice came drifting from down the hall, ordering around Alexis.

[color=ed145b]"No! Where do you think you are going?"[/color] A faint reply occurred, however Elias couldn't make out the words. [color=ed145b]"No, you aren't. The doctor had to open you back up and repair the damage inside. You are staying in bed."[/color]

Elias gently leaned himself against the open doorway to the room, letting his hands hang at his sides as his shoulder supported him. His skin was glistened softly in the morning rays and the flickering candlelight, casting an odd sheen across his body. His stings were slowly shrinking, however a small, discolored bump still existed in every location that a barb had entered his skin. Irritated, red skin accentuated the areas around the maroon scabs from the bark scrapes, making his injuries obvious at just a glance.

Elias worked up the strength to speak, ignoring the raw pain in his throat from his brutal screaming. [color=royalblue]"Elinora's right, Alexis."[/color]

The Grimm stood in the doorway, unapologetic half-naked. The notion that he was probably ill-dressed crossed his mind for the first time; up until that point, his only concern had been ensuring Alexis was still alive. Now that her safety was confirmed, the wounded man could worry about other, more trivial matters.

After briefly considering crossing his arms, Elias gave a weak smirk and let his upper limbs hang at his sides, providing a clear view of his entire torso. Despite periods of mourning and near death experiences, something things never changed when it came to Elias. He was consistently confident, never willing to turn down a good fight, and [i]always[/i] confident about his body, even when it had been roughed up a little.

[color=royalblue]"But I guess that makes me a hypocrite for suggesting you follow the rules."[/color]