Phaeith awakened from the deeply drug induced slumber that she was in, caused by the loud bustling and hustling of Dalaran city. The familiar presence of the Infirmary was immediately known, allowing her to feel some type of a minor safety net feeling..That was fleeting. Being back out in the open, in a ‘safe’ and protected place, confused her more than it helped her. In the end, there was no easy way for her to go about this nightmare, trauma. Betwixt her taking more beatings last night than she could count, and Lucian finding her.. The Lady Phaeith, ended up in the Emergency Unit.
With her eyelids no longer swollen, she was able to spot Alanas. Who was planted at the front of her bed, in his own chair, daggers in the grasp of his left and right, prepared to defend. His demeanor expressed that he was seething, and with how weak Phaeith was; she simply was not ready to have the big talk quite yet. Instead, she kept quiet and continued to look around the room for more hints or clues of last night.. Just when the reality of last night suddenly flooded her mind like a wildfire.
One minute she was in the dungeon with swords piked through each thigh to keep her planted into a rotten old chair, whilst being beaten one hour. Healed the next. Beaten again, then the cycle continued. The next minute, Lucian’s voice roared through the abandoned Manor, and the sound of a hefty body slamming other people into walls and the ground could be heard. Followed by, “I’M COMING, MOM!” Shock and terror filled her form, upon hearing his voice. He came to the Manor alone in his rage of anger, without an Army behind him. He threw himself to the wolves, for her.
Lucian stood alone in a Manor full of wolves, and somehow managed to successfully get them both out. With all of the blood loss that Phaeith was sadly objected to; by the time they reached the river and with him forcing her to take his hearthstone, she knocked out. Awakening, right in the Infirmary, where Alanas was going to likely talk her ear off, and handcuff her to himself!
Forgetful or uninformed of Lucian’s whereabouts, the inquiries of where her son was began to warp her mind. Succumbed to the sedatives, trying to talk to someone in this moment of time, was the worst possible idea out there. When suddenly, the drugs took over and she fell right back into her drug induced slumber.
