Blaming myself, tied to these chains, living in pain

He finally felt better today. The burns and wounds were healing to the point he could move without too much pain, so he took the chance to tidy up the bungalow he had been housed in for the duration of his healing. Still mildly afraid to leave the room without permission, he hardly minded staying in. Spending a good part of his morning cleaning the bungalow, he was mostly dusting since it seemed rude to rearrange entirely.

Once he had finished dusting however, his body wasn't exactly geared for much work than this. With a yawn, his tired body moved over to the furs and pillows before nearly collapsing with a wave of exhaustion. Lucian wouldn't admit it, but he wasn't back to one-hundred percent yet by any means.

"Speech."