Lyo sat the furthest away, trying to make sure not to draw attention to himself. The family arrived, taking up seats on the other half of the table. Lyo kept his eyes on the table. "please, do tell us about yourselves." Greg was quick to jump into conversation. "Well, the four of us-" He motioned to three of the men. "We're from Aylesbury. Been good friends since childhood." That wasn't true, Lyo knew that much. "But you know as we got older, we wanted to do more. We knew we wanted to serve our Kingdom from a young age. Then it just came to me. I wanted to gather some strong, courageous men together. One thing led to another and we created that spear through trials and errors." Gregory rambled on, lies rolling off his tongue.

Lyo was quick to pile food onto his plate. He couldn't remember the last time he had a grand meal like this. The lamb was juicy and fresh. For a moment he almost closed his eyes just to savor the food. Alaric kicked him under the table, Lyo glanced at him brows furrowed. "Slow down." He whispered. Lyo rolled his eyes, he wanted to snap back and tell him to just let him enjoy his delicious meal. Lyo glanced around the table, taking in details of everyones faces. He glanced at Ethelia. The King hadn't brought up any escaped dragons, so he was assuming Ethelia had yet to say anthing to him.

Lyo could have practically fallen asleep with all the talking done at dinner. Some useless small talk and such. The King was clearly trying to get to know his potentially new business partners. A complete bore to Lyo. Once he scarfed his food down, he was ready for bed.

Except he did not get much sleep to begin with. His back began throbbing in pain. Of course, he had fallen asleep on his stomach, as sleeping on his back would cause him immense pain. He groaned in pain as he pushed his body up into a sitting position. He sat for a moment, maybe it would pass. It didn't if anything it got worse. He stood up stiffly, annoyed with the wrap around his torso, he tore it off. It was bloody anyways. Throwing on the long sleeve he had on earlier, he left it open in the front. It wasn't like it fit him anyways. He kept his black pants on, but didn't bother with shoes.

Lyo quietly made his way through the dark castle. He had no idea were the kitchen was but was determined to find it. He needed something for the pain. Now. Out of pure luck he found the kitchen in this maze of a castle. He began blindly looking around in the dark, using the dim light in the hallway. He would have to make the paste from scratch. He ran his fingers over the shelves, managing to gather a few herbs he would need.

Having been so focused on the pain in his back, and desperation to find the ingredients he hadn't heard the threathening growl coming form behind him. Feeling something rub against his leg, he whipped around. Straining his eyes he saw white fur, realizing it was the white dog from earlier. He let out a soft chuckle, "What are you doing here?" He spoke gently to the dog, running his hand through the dogs white fur. "What's your name, huh?" He scratched the pup behind the ears.

Turning around, he spotted a figure in the doorway. He stepped back into the shelves out of surprise. He grunted loudly, clearing in pain. He braced himself, on the table in front of him. Amber eyes narrowed on the figure. It was dimly lit but he recognized her quickly. "Ethelia?" He questioned quietly. "What are you doing?" His tone came out irritated. It wasn't exactly fault of her, but for the searing pain in his back.

A tinge of color painted the tops of his ears, at the realization that she must've heard him "baby" talking the dog. Something he tended to do when he was alone with animals. He did not allow people to see that side of him, at least not on purpose.

Lyo rolled his eyes, at her. Not that she could even see him well. With one hand on the table he walked around the table and closer to the exit where Ethelia stood. His other hand gripped the herbs he had managed to gather. "I'm not creeping around." He snapped back, quietly. His brows furrowed he hadn't realized the time it was. "I'm just borrowing some things." He muttered bitterly, as he motioned to the herbs in his hand. His jaw clenched tightly, as he felt a dribble of warm liquid down his back. He cursed, he was bleeding again.

So the dogs name was Koa. He made a mental note of it. That had him turning to face her, "Stuck around? Why so the beast could finish me off?" He hissed, amber eyes watching her. "I don't need your help." He muttered through gritted teeth. Pushing off from the table, he went back to the shelf he was at. Once again blindly looking for things he might need. He hesitated for a moment, glancing over his shoulder to her. "Why didn't you tell the King?" He questioned. He knew she hadn't said anything, because he wasn't questioned.

(How many claws do dragons have? lol)

Casimir? So that was the name of the dragon that attack him. "Guess it just wanted to leave it's mark on me then." He grumbled bitterly, thinking back to the attack. Hm, he hadn't even thought about that. He figured that it would have looked suspicious if they found out he was in the dragons quarters. "In my defense, the horse stables look exactly the same." He didn't have to prove himself to her, but felt the need to clarify he wasn't snooping.

Lyo glared at her, as she pushed past him. He thought about her answer for a moment. It made no sense. "Why wouldn't he believe his own daughter over a bunch of criminals?" He questioned again. He was doing a lot of that. "Did you have a lying stage?" He quirked a brow. He grabbed the vials, looking them over. "What am I suppose to do with this?" He inspected the vials with suspicion. Lyo wasn't familiar with these vials, or much of anything that was for healing. All he ever used was Yira's paste she would make from scratch everytime Lyo or Alaric came home with a scrape. They couldn't afford going to healers.

That earned a roll of his eyes. Once he'd realized his mistake, it was too late as his interest was piqued when he saw the sleeping dragon in it's stall. Although he'd keep that bit of information to himself. "Maybe put up a sign." He grumbled, still eyeing the vials.

As she spoke, he watched her intently. She was 23 and still had to obey her parents? The rich were an odd bunch. "You people are strange." He snorted, as he shook the contents of the vial. He snapped his head back up to her, "You drink this? You can't just apply it?" His brows furrowed.

"I'm not exactly interested in reading at this hour. I'm just looking for some quick relief, if you hadn't noticed I'm in pain." Although, speaking to Ethelia was a distraction from the pain. Placing the vials on the table, he looked for something to grind the herbs with. Blindly reaching around he grabbed hold of something that could be used to grind herbs. Popping the lids off the vials, dumping the contents straight onto the table. A new desperation over taking him. He began grinding them. Content with his finished work, he glanced over to her. "Where do you lot keep the water?"