Lawrence seemed to shrink away under both of their gazes. "...Well...I...I actually don't know," he replied, truthfully. "I found him like this. I don't know where he came from, or anything..."

In a situation where pressure was applied to him, Lawrence shied away. He was a meek sort of man with moments of faltering courage...over all his years of living, he had not been able to change that. He was always going to be a little timid, though he was righteous at heart.

Lancelot frowned worriedly then looked at the man. "Okay, well, I have to get back to the king. Send the bill my way." he said as he turned back to Lawrence. "I'll be stopping at your house later to see how this man is doing. He looks forein so watch out." he said with a nod then he quickly left.

The doctor made quick work of his cloths just throwing them out. It was strange clothing any. A rob. Who walked around in a rob. He dried Rain's body off with a towel before he started to clean all the cuts with some alcohol. He wrapped up the deeper ones and left the few tinier cuts be figuring they would heal on their own. He dressed Rain in some old clothing of his then covered him in a blanket. "Once he wakes up you may do with him as you wish. Make sure he takes one of these a day. It will help the wounds heal without infection." he told him.

"Okay..." Lawrence paused, then lowered his eyes. "I, um...I have no way to get him home. And no room at home..." he admitted, hesitantly showing that he was lower class and had a small abode. "How should I get him back...?"

He really had no idea. Without a way to carry him back to his home, which was a few blocks down, he was stuck. Lawrence was only fourteen, going on fifteen. This man was much older and of bigger build...

"Then he can just stay here then. Don't worry. Just till he's able to walk. Then we'll see she about where he'll stay." the doctor said as he looked up at him. He turned around and washed his hands as his wife walked in the room. He turned and smiled at her as she rubbed her swollen belly. She was about seven months along and doing well. He was glad that everything was going well.

Rain slowly moved as he started to wake up. His eyes opened and he looked around not sure what was going on. "Watashi wa doko desu ka ?" he said in his normal language. He'd switched it when he heard English before. He looked at the three in the room and blinked a few times. He was out of it and nothing was registering for him.

Lawrence stared at him like he'd just spoken some sort of alien language. It had sounded like an Asian language--an Asian ambassador had one visited their town, many years ago.

"...Pardon me?" he asked, completely frazzled. If this was an Asian person, what in the world was he doing all the way out here in Western Europe? Not many Asian people bothered venturing out here...besides people from Russia.

He seemed happy, despite the confusion, that the other male was all right.

"Oh, sorry. I asked where I was." he said as he realized he'd spoken in his own language instead of English like everyone seemed to be talking in. He turned slightly on his side before using his arms to sit up a little before he felt hands on his chest. He looked up to see the elder man standing there and forcing him back down on his back.

"You've really injured yourself somehow and now your in my inferiority. May I ask your name?" he asked as he covered him in a blanket.

"Um..its Ame...but Its rain in English." he said as he smiled at him. He did notice that his body was feeling a lot better. His side hurt a lot less. He gently ran his fingers over his side and felt a slight pain. He yawned a little as he asked again. "Where am I?"

Lawrence stood a few feet away, politely giving the injured male some space. He didn't want to crowd him. That might worsen his injuries, and his attitude. Plus, he barely knew the man.

"...You're in England..." he said, slowly. He was still a tad frazzled from the foreign language being spoken, so casually. Definitely Asian...but, he'd heard so few people speaking Asian before, and they'd probably botched it terribly anyway.

Rain blinked a few times then he let his head fall as he looked down at his lap. They were actually able to send me? This is AMAZING~! he said to himself happily though the pain and the injury he could have done without. His body shivered slightly and he used his left hand to slowly slide the blanket around him more as he looked over at the doctor not wanting to make the other, more skittish looking one, anymore uncomfortable then he had to be. "I apologize for not knowing. It seems I might have bumped my head harder then I realized." he said with a slight bow of his head before the doctor laughed heartily and just waved his hand before handing Rain some soup.

"You eat. You'll need it. Seems your body is fighting a cold or something like that. And I wouldn't want my efforts of saving you go to waist." he said as he continued to laugh. His wife looked a little sleepy and he excused himself as he headed off to bed. He offered Lawrence the cot next to Rain to sleep for the night if he so pleased. He wasn't expecting any other patrons for the next few days anyway.

Rain looked back at Lawrence wondering if he was the man that he saw before his world had gone blank with the darkness that had shrouded his small world. He was excited to meet nights and maidens. Gosh he couldn't wait.

"Thank you very much," Lawrence murmured to the doctor as he left. Oh, and he was skittish...very skittish. He had learned not to speak out of turn when it came to strangers or nobles. They were above him, for all he knew.

He quietly slid into the cot next to Rain, pulling the blankets up over himself. The smell of the soup made him salivate a bit. He hadn't eaten for a full day, but he couldn't very well taken any food from Rain. The other man was sick, and he needed the nourishment. He wasn't heartless.

He seemed to feel the eyes on him, even though he wasn't look at Rain. "...What is it?"