He sat on the edge of a counter in the kitchen, next to a sink, feet bouncing back and forth off each other while staring down at them. The boy looked like he had a lot on his mind, thinking over everything that had happened in the past month including the repeating days.

He also looked like he had a fight with a fire pit.

While his pants had rips and burn marks in them, it was his face and arm that looked the worst. The long scar that ran down the side of his face was now red and hot as if he had leaned in too close to a fire. His nose wasn't bleeding now but it was clear that it had been not so long ago.

His right arm was soaking wet, having stuck it under the tap in the sink a few times. He had pulled off bits of his sweater, his coat laying in a half burnt pile on the floor. He absintmindly picked at bits of burnt fabric from his reddened and burnt arm, though there was no blood or blistering.

This is what he gets for playing Hero.

It was easier to just come here then to go home. He didn't have plans to stop and talk to anyone here in the HoA, but he knew where things were and he knew he was safe to sit in his home away from home and fix himself. Fix himself while kicking himself for being stupid. Three days now he watched that woman get attacked. He felt stupid now for trying to help her.

Feel free to bother him. He's not in pain; he's just really annoyed... and it shows.