As per usual, Terence had spent most of his time keeping to himself. Though he had to admit, there was a bout of bad luck he ran into a few days back, and was still healing from the after affects. A tree had half crushed him, and while Pomprey had mostly mended him up, he was still rather stiff and sore, a few choice bruises peppering his body. And then when she went to heal him, something had went wrong, and she had to break the bones all over again to reset them... it had been a nightmare, and the pain still hadn't totally gone away. There were several empty pain vials littered throughout his room, but he didn't like the groggy feeling they gave him. He wanted to be clear, sharp, but he also wanted some fucking sleep.
He had woken up from another nearly sleepless night, still slightly out of it from the potion he had eventually taken around three in the morning, but he was coming, and when Melinda popped into his room, he had to rub his eyes and stare at her for a moment to make sure he wasn't just making this shite up.
"Melinda?" he questioned, stepping closer to her, but realizing that she had actually walked through a wall to get here. What in the fuck was going on. "Are you... is this another one of those fucked up magical mishaps?" he breathed, hoping to fucking Merlin it was. Because he didn't much like the other implications that it entailed...