The bright sun greeted her eyes early in the morning as her curtains blew gently from a breeze of the open window. Her hair fell over her face as she rolled over in her neatly tucked covers on her bed ruffling them up a bit only to climb out of the bed and fix the blankets not seeming like there was a crease in them. She fluffed the pillow up a little bit before going to her dresser and pushing her hair up into to pigtails with rubber bands. A search through her drawers were in order and she found a cute sundress she could wear for the day, and wasted no time in getting it on. It was quite nice outside..could winter in Rhydin finally be over?

She sighed softly leaving her sketchpads in her room, after all, she was only going to get herself breakfast. A little smile was spread across her lips before she stopped in her tracks. Jonas's door was wide open while Dameon kept watch by his bedside. A look of worry spread across her face as she ran to her brother's room placing her hands on the side of the bed shaking it a little trying to get Jonas up. A little gasp came from her mouth as she looked to Dameon, wondering if he would give her an explination of what had happened to her older brother. She took a seat at the side of the bed seeing Jonas' wasn't so eager to wake up and gave a sigh..hanging her head.

The shaking of his bed did little to spark a reaction from the battle-worn mage. He simply shifted a bit where he lay, his eyes closing slightly tighter as a few beams of sunlight managed to play across his face. His skin visably burnt in some places, nothing more severe than a second-degree, it was obvious that a portion of his escapades the night prior involved some form or other of fire magic being thrown at him.

At a glance is it easy to see that his tunic is slightly ripped up. His cloak is also visably damaged, the nature of it's ripping indicitive of his wings violently bursting themselves through it, though they now simply rest folded underneath his back, barely visable save for those who would already know of their presence.

A nod to his younger sister as Dameon stood slowly, a yawn escaping his lips as he finally realized how exhausted he was.

"He should be alright... there was a ruckus last night, and we 'ad to jump into the fray... it wasn't the enemy that felled 'im so much as that bloody Demon taking control of 'is body..."

He moved toward the door, propping himself up against the frame as he turned to face Kira once more.

"Psy managed to fight the Demon back into recession, and gain control back over 'is body... but after forcing one last attack, 'is energy was completely drained and 'e collapsed. Once 'e wakes up, let 'im know that Icer and I were able to take care of things until someone arrived who could put a stop to the battle."

A nod to his sister as he shifted out into the hallway, crossing over into his master bedroom where he revelled in the opportunity to finally shed his armor and change himself into some comfortable house clothes. A fast collapse onto his bed, and he was fast asleep.

Funny how Kira's impatience would soon be unnecessary, as the moisture having collected upon his person from the melted ice slowly roused Jonas from his slumber. His eyes fluttering open, he peered about a little bit before realizing where exactly he was. In a slightly disoriented voice, he spoke softly to his sister who he could feel in the room near him.

"Kira... I got knocked out in the bar... now I'm here... is Dameon okay?"

He turned himself a bit, still visably weary, but at least he could regain consciousness, which is always a good sign.

He smiled at that, obviously happy that his brother was okay. He then cocked his head a bit as Kira shushed him.

"Why are you hushing me? Dameon's a heavy sleeper..."

He giggled a bit at that, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.

"I suppose you heard what took me out then, huh?"