[Alex studies her face a moment more, seeing the weariness there. However, extra sensory abilities aside, he has no kind of telepathy any sort and in the end must trust what she tells him. He nods and shifts so he is leaning back against the wall, shifting one blanket over his shoulders while the other pools in his lap.

He is still achy, and knows well enough that this will fade on its own in a few days. He has nothing to complain about, though, knowing perfectly well that he'd be dead right now if not for the intervention of Xanth and Sycora.

At her question he leans forward a bit and moves to run a hand through his hair, the motion stilted when finding it tangled and dirty. God, he felt gross. He was in sore need of a bath .. and some of those delightful perfumed oils he'd found.]

I'm not sure, doc .. [He looks at her apologetically, shaking his head once as his hands fall to his lap and he pulls pieces of fuzz off the blanket there.] I can't remember the specifics .. everything goes blank after I started shifting.

[His brows then knit together sharply, falling to the inevitable now that he's not dying. He looks up at Sycora, his expression reflecting his concern and the nausea suddenly rolling through his stomach.]

I can't remember what I did .. I .. I think I hurt someone ..

[SURPRISE, SYCORA!! LET'S BE BESTIES NOW!! I'LL BREAK THINGS AND YOU CAN FIX 'EM!! :D :D :D]