The door swings open and suddenly she is staring at the darkness of her own room, it takes a minute for her brain to catch up. The figure in the bed moves, only then she hears the soft crying coming from her. Hell’s heart sinks as she enters the room, that's all she needed to sober up to remember where her heart lies. She approaches the bed fast, only to realize Pharony still much asleep, nightmares she thinks while caressing her hair, humming a soft song her mother thought her, this is the moment she wishes hse was a bard and could heal everything with a song much like Dia, she wishes she could brush everything away as fast as Pryv does. Pharony opens her eyes slowly, not all there, but she does seem to recognized Hellebore. She attempts to mumble something that Hell doesn’t get at all.
“Shhh, shhh, I know it hurts... Am sorry, am sorry.” Hell whispers caressing her hair. “I promise it’ll stop hurting...” There is yelling in her ear coming from Pryv, something about Dia but her hands are full at the moment. Reluctantly she answers keeping her voice soft. “What... Am busy...” Pryv yells again, there is really no need to yell, Mim is also with her and sounds upset, something about getting help, she looks for the servant bell. Few minutes after she hears a knock at her door, Pharony’s head lies on nap and she has to move.
A large minotaur skeleton shaped is at her door, she tries hard not stare but hey it is a minotaur. The grave voice asks if she needed something, and she nods while trying to remember what. Pharony steers calling for, logging she turns her attention to bed once more. “Oh yeah, am sorry, my companions... Guest one, two and three, have seemed to get lost in the castle corridors on their way to the kitchen, could you please be a dear and fetch, and bring them back to their rooms.”
“I am not sure, I can do that but I can fetch Lord Vaugh... Would that suffice...” He asks uncertainly.
“Will the lady be needing something else?”
She turns and smiles at Pharony, who looks a bit more lively. “Could you bring some tea and scones, please.”
“Of course.” He vows to take his leave.