11-21-2016, 04:03 AM
"You think so? It's not too bad." Greyson bit his lip and pat the scratched up parts of his arms with his shirt. He was really just wanting a shower and a nice bed to lay down in right now. It was then that the door to the room opened and Greyson was worried it might be those same people again, but he was instead surprised to be met by Proteus clinging onto him. The relief that washed over Greyson was overwhelming and he nodded at the question. He couldn't be more happy to see Proteus'face than now. "I'm okay, I'm alright. Promise." He turned to Nama. "They paralyzed her, she needs help." Greyson looked up at Proteus and took hold of his hand, squeezing it lightly. "How're we getting out of this with that storm outside?" They weren't out of it yet.