Capítulo 171: Perceptive

When Syryn came to, he was in a room very familiar to him. It was his own room.

Strange. How did he get here?

Syryn sat up and clutched his head. A dull ache sat inside his mind and throbbed intermittently.

"Syryn, you're awake." Lucien was frozen at the door. "You're really awake." The boy's voice shook with emotion. 

The mage was puzzled by Luci's reaction to his waking up.

"Yes, I'm awake. What's wrong, Luci?"

"Syryn, we didn't know what was wrong with you," Lucien rushed to him and began to fuss over his big brother. "You were out for a week and had us all so worried."

"A week?!" Syryn said in alarm. He had gone under for just a few minutes.

"Well, eight days."

The redhead curled up in bed next to Syryn. Thats when the mage made out faint colouring under Lucien's eyes. The child hadn't slept well while Syryn had supposedly been in a coma.

"When did Rowan bring me here?" Syryn asked.