Godfrey slept, mostly in peace, narcotics did wonders for that.
The priestess would frown, patting her on the back, standing up to go somewhere, coming back with a blanket to put around her, then going some place else, coming back with three different bowls, each with a different kind of stew, each rather large. One stew, red, one stew brown, one stew green in color. She then stood up walk away.
A second priestess came, this one in red, and compared to her apprentice peer in question, it looked like she just ate a ball, the two peers discusses before the one in red nodded, rubbing her stomach, as she walked to get something as the other left. Coming back with a curtain that she set up around the two, a thin one that was easy to see through, but also obscuring as well. As like giving privacy, like a room to recover in. The red one also came back with more food, three seperate dishes of meat. Beef, Lamb, and Chicken before bowing her head, leaving, and coming back with three separate jugs, one full of water, one full of blood red wine, the other of some sort of juice. All the food neatly in order she bowed her head, closing the curtain and sat right outside of it, setting up sweet smelling incense, ment to calm, used for meditation.
Outside one could hear faintly the sounds of crying with someone trying to calm them down.
Godfrey would wake up later, one eye opening first then the other, groaning slightly "Did I die?" he muttered out before slowly looking over, grinning slightly "Ya ok city girl?" he asked, he felt like crap, he did feel a little better...but was struggling to remember what happened, he remembered the fight, then saying something to Missendria...eh, he probably said something important, whatever. It was here and now, and he won...despite his injuries, he would heal, he somehow all ways did. In fact already feeling stronger then before.
If Missendria was paying attention during his rest, she would see his skin move, like vines moving over each other, giving flash backs to Yalthnea's jungle. It was very slow movements, and once it stopped moving, it couldn't even be seen. He also looked better and more awake and less drugged up now.
Godfrey frowned as he looked about, he must of been out a long time if they had the curtain set up, his good arm slowly went up to pat Missendria to let her know he still lived with a reassuring grin. He lived, and so did she! Success indeed.