Solomon sat in a chair next to Amalthea. "I do not plan on denying you anything, Thea. Two bowls of broth and two plates of roast, my friend!" he asked the innkeeper. He looked at Amalthea and sighed, seeing as they had a moment to relax since she woke up. "While we're waiting on the food and herbs, I have to admit something. I have quite a lot of questions for you and no idea where to start. I guess I'll just ask you what your story is. You seem like you live a rather interesting life, being a princess and all!" 

He leaned forward, curious to listen to what she had to say. Then he saw her stand straight up, looking like she just remembered she left the fire burning at home. "Are you alright? Don't let the injuries get to you too much. The last thing I want to see is you in more pain."