He hadn't expected to wake back up. In all honesty, he had thought that Zephyra would have left him to die in order to save herself.
To see her on the floor, and passed out (but still alive) not only surprised him, in deepened his affection for her. Still in pain as his wounds bled, it hadn't stopped him from caring for her first and foremost.
All of her beautiful clothes had been spoiled with blood, bile, and his own sores that had wept when she cared for him. He silently vowed to find her finer, better clothes that would be as glorious as she was.
Due to his size and strength, she felt weightless to him as he lifted her up and lumbered towards the bed that was tipped on its side. With is massive foot, he tipped the furniture back down onto all fours, with the mattress still tucked inside the wooden frame that kept it from sliding out.
