Synthsis's eyes bagan to flicker as Alistar's energy transfer replenished her and gave her body the strength it needed to begin proper repairs. She shifted a little and over the course of several minutes began to wake up. Her nose ached and she tasted something both sweet and metallic on her lips. She licked them and realised her mouth was smeared in something thick in consistency.

She pushed herself to sit up. Her head throbbed a little. She needed water. Luckily, she still had her bag tied to her waste with a canteen half full of water. She emptied it quickly as to wet her lips. She then moved to sit over the edge of the bed she was on and take some deep breaths. Her vision was now beginning to stop swimming. She dared to stand up and make her way to lean against the kitchen doorway, where she saw Alistar cooking and Darkhor nursing a wound on his finger. It was only small, however, so the druid restrained herself from rushing to heal him.

At least no one looked as though they were fighting anymore. "Hello everybody." She croaked, "How are things? How is Raukaas?"

Darkhor shook his head in confusion, "I fine! No I fine! I can do it!" He reached down and picked up the knife then looked to see Synthesis was up, "Ah I no… WHAT?!" He suddenly fell backwards knocking his head against the wall, "GAH! OUCH Flurble Kin!"

Then he suddenly fell forwards and flopped all over the kitchen floor and the next thing the Drakkollis started to snore lying in a very uncomfortable looking position. It seemed as though he seized and he foamed at the mouth, within moments he was unconscious or at least for what it had seemed.

Darkhor opened his eyes looking up at the ceiling and stood up, "Uhm yes I'm fine and why am I banned from the kitchen? Ah Synthesis my son is completely fine! He's currently playing with an enchanted bunny plush named Sona!"

He looked happy and then began to walk out to the living room, "Alos I am glad you are OK." Taking one hand he put it over his left side of face, "Ow… My head hurts. Can some-someone uh what happened here?" He looked once more confused.

"You knocked your head and started acting funny. You also started stumbling around and got yourself hurt. So, I banned you from the kitchen so you don't hurt yourself anymore. Now, go sit down or am I gonna have to force you." Alistar threatened, cutting the meat up. "Honestly, I wonder how you have even survived this long with your clumsiness. You should really get someone to help you. Like, what was it you called it? A mate? Cause whoever they are could actually move around without knocking into things." Alistar teased slightly, a mischevious glint in his eyes.

Synthesis frowned and wobbled over to a chair in the corner of the kitchen by a little wooden table. Darkhor would be dangerous if he had a brain, poor thing: always on edge, always with two left feat. But thankfully Alistar seemed to be taking things very seriously for once so the girl felt happy enough to leave the Drakkollis to him. In the meantime, she gingerly reached her fingers to prod her nose and immediately flicked as a spike of pain shot through her. It was definitely broken. However, she was too weak to heal it now and forced herself to sit on her hands to stop herself touching her face again. She must look quite a state.

"Thank you Darkhor." She smiled weakly, "I am so glad Raukaas is well again. Hopefully my contribution helped towards his recovery. But now it's all over you should definitely listen to Alistar and come and sit down. We can talk casually to take my mind of my nose and yours off your finger." She have a faint little laugh at their misfortune as she made the suggestion.

Darkhor looked around in confusion, "Uh… really? I don't recall doing that…" Then as he thought about it he shook his head, "Uh do I remember being upside down? Oh EW! Gross! Was I drooling?! Oh for the love of the gods no! That's just disgusting…"

The Drakkollis then turned around and sat down taking a cloth napkin and wiping his face off looking disgusted. As he bent over to sit his were clearly wobbly and unstable but he managed to sit down.

Darkhor looked right at Synthesis and sighed, "Yes and I am well glad of it. Funny thing we both got hurt… But oh… yeah… I do need to listen. Drakkollis who have children are never independent. We need each other and ever since my wife has died things have been more difficult… Other Drakkollis like I if were to be separated would act like I. We are dependent on one another. One parent cannot care well for a child." He looked like he was about to cry and covered his face with both hands.

"That sounds tough. I would have no idea about that because of my……..incident. But, if I could experience the wonders of a lover then I doubt it would change anything. Angels, a majority of the time, have to be trained to have no emotions. So when we come down here and collect others to become angels, we don't get emotional if it is someone we knew before. So, I just naturally shut myself out to others." Alistar continues on, jabbering about random things. He also continues to make the meal with a smile.

The Drakkollis was clearly not quite with it, having hit his head quite hard. The nonsense he babbled almost compelled the girl to laugh. However, he looked too fragile for it to be funny and she instead found herself frowning and worrying about him. Why did she have to be so weak? She wanted to heal people so badly and yet she couldn't even heal herself at this point.

Then, to make matters morse, Darkor began to talk about his diseased wife. It was heartbreaking to see him fall apart at the recollection and Synthesis felt terrible at seeing Darkhor in such distress. She shuffled her chair a little closer to his and reached out to wrap an arm gently around his shoulder. Today seemed to be a day of sadness for this poor creature, with one unfortunate thing happening after another.

"Well, you've certainly done very well to do this on your own so far. You've been very brave and done your son proud. But now I think you can start relying on people again. You have Alistar and Raukaas. I will come back to this area often on my travels to visit you, if you like. Do you have anyone else?"

"Umm guys? I hate to break this touching moment but I have a bit of an issue." Alistar says quietly as smoke starts billowing from the pot in his hand. "Get some water or something! If not then I guess we could have some charred meat!" Alistar started fanning the smoke away as the fire continues burning. He giggles mischievously and smiles. "Funny thing, I'm completely joking. About the burning meat. This thing is still on fire. And could possibly burn down this house." His eyes shine with a mischevious glint.

"Alistar!" Synthesis frowned, "Are you seriously asking me, who has a broken nose and recently collapsed from exhaustian, or Darkhor, who is having phantom auditory halluninations, to go and fetch a bucket of water!?" But despite her annoyance, she guessed a fire was as reasonable an excuse as any for her to get up and she heaved herself to her feet. "Now Darkhor, hold that thought of what we were just saying… And don't you dare get up unless the house really is burning down. You shouldn't be doing anything in your current condition."

She made her way as quickly as she could to the bedroom where she picked up the bucket Alistar had used to make Raukaas's herbal remedy. She brought it unsteadily back to the kitchen and set about filling it from the tap. She felt dizzy but kept going until the bucket was half full. Then she turned and doused whatever it was that Alistar was cooking before dropping the bucket and stumbling She had to grab the fallen angel to stop herself from falling over and leaned against him while she regained herself. "Sorry." She muttered.

Darkhor's eyes widened and shot up from his seat running out the door grabbing a bucket on his way out. Running to the well he tried to get the water as quickly as possible and was far too worried to pay attention to anything else.

The Drakkollis then pulled up the bucket filled with water and ran back inside tripping and falling down and had somehow managed to not spill it. He began crying and whimpering pushing it forwards for Alistar to take it and use the water to save the food that was going to be ruined which Darkhor hated ruined food.

He looked up and then said, "I I'm sorry I really don't feel good at all… *BELCH!* When feeling very hungry I want to vomit… I should've told you guys earlier… Also I have not had any sleep for and entire day…" He sat up slowly really not feeling well and then puked on the floor.