Hakon's hand quickly retracted, the woman's eyes widening a fraction as she realized what it might look like she was doing- attempting to open his robes to look at his wound though perhaps it would look…. Like something far different was her goal. But it wasn't! It really wasn't! She wanted to make sure he was alright! Thats all!

She quickly stands, brushing herself off quickly and turning her back as she crosses her arms over her chest," Are you alright…?" She inquires carefully

Aven makes to quell the rising blood in his face, nodding his head. "Yes, I'll be fine now, thanks to you, Hakon." His mouth flatlined, protesting silently against him. What did it want, what was he so desperate to say? He hated not remembering, it was torture!
Maybe… Hakon would know? She'd said something earlier about having similar problems, didn't she? "Hakon, I don't know how to say this, but… I can't fully remember my past, and it's tearing me apart. Maybe it sounds silly, but there's a person I'm struggling to remember, someone who did things just like you've done today. Was…" he hesitated, but a surge of confidence rushed through him. He needed to know. He lifted his hand, showing her the ring. "Was this yours?"

Hakon turns slightly, having turned to hugging herself tightly, hunching her muscled yet slender shoulders as if weathering a particularly harsh gale. Her eyes linger upon the ring; it glowed a gentle copper light in the dimness the candles provided, harshly accenting the spread wings and gaping beak of an eagle with two tiny emeralds as eyes. The little songbird in her mind went wild, causing pain to shoot through her skull- instantly the paladin pressed a hand to her head, face contorted in pain as she screwed her eyes tightly shut.

" I… Put that away- ugh- please-"

Aven's expression transformed instantly from a burning curiousity to horror, and he almost dropped the ring as though it were evil. He couldn't sense anymagic from it, however: it was merely composed of metal and stone, but it had somehow caused Hakon so much pain. Aven fumbled to conceal it back in his pocket, eyes wide as a few tears begin to form at the edges of his eyes. Hakon had saved him from certain death, and he repaid her only with pain. 
"I-I'm so sorry, Hakon, please forgive me! I had no idea the ring would do that to you…" A few tears threatened to drop, but he dried them as quickly as he could to conceal the fact. "Forget I said anything, it isn't important." His eyebrows adopt a worried expression. "Are you alright? There isn't a spell on you, is there?"

She looks away, keeping her gaze fixed downwards as she pressed her palm over her mouth as she allowed the pain to fade into a throbbing dull, ache. Closing her eyes tightly, Hakon took a deep breath before slowly sinking down into a sitting position, leaningher back against the bed as she takes several steadying breathes," My memories… they don't make sense."

She looks up somewhat tearily, staring at the ceiling as she ran a hand through her hair,"… They dont make sense- why? Why?" she pressed her fist against her forehead, squeezing her eyes tightly shut

Aven sat up slowly, a worried look dawning over his face as he watched Hakon agonize over her memories. He wasn't sure what to say, as his own memories were not in sorts either, and the random flashes of recollection had caused him no little amount of stress. It couldn't have been something as trivial as an injury to do this to him, nor Hakon. It had to be something more. 

Aven hesitated a moment, before reaching out and placing his hand on Hakon's shoulder, his wounds by then completely vanished save the hole in his clothes. "I know how you feel, Hakon. My memories are foggy at best, and I can't be sure of anything: who I was, who I am, what I'm doing here. It's a terrifying prospect to forget, I understand that, but…" Aven stands up to look her in the eyes. "The past is only that: the past. Who you think you should be now, what you believe in at the present moment is what defines you, not you previous actions. You went out of your way to save a complete stranger, knowing nothing about him or what he stood for. You barely even thought twice about overlooking his outlandish form, and judged him by the soul you saw inside. That is who you are, Hakon, no matter what you will remember in the future: you are a protector of the weak, a slayer of the wicked. An avatar of Justice."

Hakon blinks and leans her head back against the relatively soft mattress to gaze at him- her gaze flickering uncertainly as she does her best to steady her breathing. His words stuck with her, in that way where one knows they would remember it forever, forever burned into a wall held for random events deep within the subconcious, only to float to the surface when either truly unneeded or utterly life changing. She reaches up, steadily resting her hand over his, hesitating and looking at her palm.

The skin was soft, unscarred- she looked at herself more, realizing she had utterly no scars, no blemishes. She felt… Untouched though her body screamed of the experience of a thousand battles. What… What happened to her? Why did she feel so out of place. With a small groan, she closed her eyes and pressed her body against the bed, curling her knees up to her chest," I just want… To sleep this all off."

Aven's gentle smile returns, and he walks to the corner of the room, sliding down against the walls. "I agree, some sleep would do us both good. There's only one bed, so I'll sleep over here: don't worry, it's more than enough for me, I'm thankful for even this much." He rests his head against the corner, gazing softly at the ceiling, sorting his thoughts from the day.

Hakon watches him for a moment, clearly wishing to protest but too exhausted and pained to. She offers a weak smile before slowly sliding into the bed, beneath the light silken sheets clearly meant to breathe rather then keep warmth in. Stripping off her boots, she lifted the sheets- examining them warily before looking to him," Will you be… Alright there?"

Aven laughed softly, glancing down at Hakon. "I couldn't very well join you in bed, now could I?" He hadn't thought about the implications of such a thing before he said it, and a dull flush entered his cheeks. No, no, of course I can't. That would be indecent, and I only just met Hakon. His eyes wandered to the side, trying to rid his conscious of such scandalous thoughts, but an odd feeling of longing crawled to the forefront of his mind, one that made him feel lonely trying to fall asleep in that corner. He stubbornly ignored it.