Ayrie reached out, but withdrew her hand, remembering the last time he had done this.

"Asran. I'm okay. But how are you?" She asked, looking at the IV's. He looked bad, worse than he had the night before. Probably because this was now day two of over doing it.

"Are you going to tell me what this was all about? I think after being stabbed and shot by someome I don't know, but seems to know me, earns me that much." She was afraid that Wrath would return to finish her off.