Scar awoke in something of a fog. Last night had been the first real chance he'd taken for some sleep, but it clearly had not helped clear his aching head. He was disappointed to find that his stomach was still bothering him so, and that the rash had not yet begun to recede.

But at least he was still himself. He had made it one more day.

The Ishbalan sat up, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his palms. Too many thoughts were swirling around his head. The confusions he had thought he had cast aside in Lior were once again becoming prominent and impossible to push aside as he did with everything else.

The shock of his brother's revival had yet to fade. Had it truly been only 6 days? How was that even possible...

Shaking his foggy head, Scar shuffled into the cafeteria. The wounds in his legs still ached slightly as he moved, but were improving at an alarming rate. His back was another story, but it had not been subjected to Rapunzel's magic. (There really wasn't anything else he could think to call it.) He was one of few patients already in the cafeteria. Scar recognized all of them, shooting Lingormr a glare that was reserved just for him before getting food and taking a seat.

What a strange breakfast.

[Free as he could be in such a lovely hospital~]