As he closed the door and headed inside, Lyria also came out from the bathroom with her wet and the towel just above her knees.
Glancing at Zaryon she asked "how are you doing?".
This made him blush and as he wanted to answer he realized his voice was hoarse "I am okay" after saying this he glanced at his feet as his ear burned.
He tried to go to take a step towards the bed and his legs gave thinking he would fall again he closed his eyes.
Lyria moved faster than her thought quickly embrace him, while glancing at his closed eyes which opened revealing the purple beneath his lids.
"Careful," Lyria murmured, her eyes softening as she looked at his disheveled state. Lyria assisted him to seat at the edge of the bed she then walked over to the small table, pouring a glass of water and handing it to him.
"Drink," she commanded gently. "You're dehydrated."
Zaryon took the glass of water and mumbled "thank you" before he started drinking.
