"Ezra."
The human snapped back to his senses, looking away from his inventory menu. He'd have to take a deep dive into all the goodies Alcor left him later, but he was already excited. He had a small but mighty stash of rare armor and weapons.
He looked back to the room, where Rav was staring back at him. "He's awake."
Ezra's heart skipped a beat and he walked into the room. As he did, Oberyn turned his head to him slowly.
"Ezra…" he mumbled.
"Oberyn!" he exclaimed excitedly. He leaned next to the bed and took Oberyn's hand in his own. "What happened? What are you doing here?"
The Nephilim didn't pull his hand away - Ezra's touch was comforting.
"Who's this?" he said, eyeing Rav first. "Is he the - ugh."
Oberyn winced in pain. His injuries had been treated by Rav's magic, but infernal pain yet coursed through every inch of the Nephilim's body.
"Oh. This is the Sage of the Clouds, Rav. He and I…kinda live together now."
