Sam gave the boy a concerned look. "Why do you say that? The Master says that it's bad and he normally doesn't say such things. You mortals are confusing sometimes." The boy said sitting the tray aside. At these words Dexion paled. Weakly he sank to the ground unable to say or do anything. Then he started to sob.
"It's all my fault! I was so careless! How could I be so stupid?!" The elf cried.

"There. Not the best work I've done but it should hold." The dark elf said looking over the array of herbs and what not he had used. "Stable and recovering, just as it should be. And no need for donor parts always a plus." With that he stepped from the room still covering in blood and some of the herbs. "Works done and he should pull through! Lost a lot of blood but-um is he alright?" The elf asked motioning towards Dexion.

"YEp, just shaken."

"Shaken? About what? Was it something Sam said? Please forgive him he's not used to dealing with people such as yourselves." The tall grey skin elf said.

"No, just his husband's condition. He'll probably be fine...Mabe...depends really.."

The grey skinned elf stopped for a moment looking at Dexion before looking back to the boy speaking with him. "I see, I had no idea. You may see him if you like. He should recover fairly quick seeing-" though he didn't get a chance to finish as Dexion pushed past him and into the room beyond. "Young love, such a beautiful thing." The elf said shaking his head some. "Where are my manners. Please call me Phandral I own these crypts. I do hope you three are alright."

"We are" Newt indicated him and Nicote. "I think she is too" pointing at Astrana.

"Not all is to worry about it seems." Phandral said before taking a seat. He sighed lightly rubbing his face a bit before looking back at them. "I can make refreshments if need be just fill free to ask. And there are spare rooms if any of you are in need of a place to rest."

Azurian stopped walking at a tombstone, looking at it with sadness. He ran his hand along its aged edge, even as it cut his palm. Dark, shadowy blobs of blood dripped to the earth.

Nicote wemt to the darkest corner, and fell asleep leanign against the wall.

Astrana yawned tired. She looked around not knowing how she was supposed to all asleep here.