Asbel's feathers, which had composed the tonic, burned like fire. Frey supposed this was why phoenixes had power over flames and light. The prince grunted in pain. It hurt a lot more than he was expecting it to. As his skin closed, the silver-haired prince finally sighed in relief. It appeared that the worst was over. Seeing as there was still a glob of blood, Frey frowned and wiped it off. The newly grown skin was only a little bit more fair than the surrounding tones. Nevertheless, Frey couldn't help but feel a bit sad, and much more scared. Something had given him a material wound from inside his nightmare. What could have done THAT? Not even the victim knew what the creature was or how it had harmed him. 

Ignoring Cassius and Asbel, Frey slapped away his brother's hand in helping him up. He felt less like a victim and more like an antagonist once more. His wound had healed, he was wide awake, and until he slept again, he was safe. Safety was always his first priority. "I can stand and walk just fine, so lay off." He said through gritted teeth as he struggled to stand. Perhaps it wasn't the wisest thing to do, but Frey had already endured a physical wound. He wouldn't stand for wounded pride. 

It took effort, but eventually the boy mustered enough energy to stand, though he had to push off the ground in order to gain the momentum. "Well, none of us are going to sleep tonight anymore. Why don't we keep moving?" Frey offered bluntly, examining his tattered sleepwear. He would have to change..