One minute he was striking the metal in his forge, hearing the metallic ring with every time hammer met hot steel and his body beginning to heat up, and the next thing he knew, he was waking up in the infirmary with Sethan watching over him. He hadn't really had much time to speak with Sethan, apart from the male fussing over him and explaining that he found him after they all felt the surge of power from his tapping into the heartsong, before he wound up falling asleep again, exhaustion taking its toll on his body.
The next time he awoke, however, it wasn't Sethan he saw nearby. No, instead it was Virgil. "Virgil?" Matai asked, rising from his spot in the infirmary bed and moving to wipe the sweat from his brow, his body still overheated from overuse. "What ar-" Just as he was about to ask, though, Matai realized that it made sense why Virgil was there. The man had, after all, been a doctor prior to coming to the camp, so it only made sense why he had been in the infirmary to begin with.
It didn't dawn on him, though, that some people actually and genuinely seemed to care for him.
"So what's the prognosis, doctor? Am I going to live?" he asked, a weak chuckle leaving his tone as he moved to lean against the headboard of infirmary bed, body still weak and still recovering from the heartsong.