The next thing Dyon heard was the mumbling of voices, not to mention tears of pain.
"What happened to him?"
"I don't know, he just… he just disappeared…" The sound of sobbing filled the hollow room.
"He disappeared?"
"Yes, and he came back like this."
"How could this happen to his body… How is he alive?" The furious sound of a head shaking disrupted the sentence as Dyon vaguely felt droplets of water hitting his body. "No.. No, it's good that he's alive.. Very good." Another bout of sobbing filled his ears.
He was baffled. 'Can you all not smell that foul smell? I'm glad you're crying for me, but can we clean me up first please?'
Dyon's thoughts trailed away as he once more lost conscious.
**
The sound of water and gentle, soft hands flowing over his skin was the next thing Dyon felt. He still couldn't see a thing no matter how he tried, but faint mumbling made him feel warm regardless.
