"For the last time, I'm sure. Ye worry too much for someone who can't talk." He smiled as he said it to show he was fine. of course, that wasn't exactly the truth; his arms did burn and they were starting the bruise, but it wasn't all that bad, really. He'd certainly done worse to himself.

He counted off the steps to her room in his head; if her numbers were right, he should be almost to her bed. He slowed down his walking so that each foot could grope it's way forward a bit. Once it caught the edge of the bed, he'd know he was there.