Rodolphus was beyond caring about Orla's mood. He was feeling light headed, and a part of him knew he'd lost far too much blood. There was a ringing in his ears that gave every sound a rather surreal quality.
But then there was pain. Blessed pain as he felt his arm again. It was aflame, and he knew that Orla was doing something.
He wasn't conscious to the moan that escaped his lips, but his eyes brightened as the searing heat burned. But just as quickly as he rallied, he passed out, and felt no more.