Theá and Amaretto had finished eating and simply sat together in silence for several moments when the door opened, revealing a beaten and battered Gryphon. 

Moments before, Amaretto noticed, Theá's ears her gone erect and turned towards the wall, slowly rotating as if following some feint sound. Now he figured that it was just the gryphon. He stood up, grabbed his sword in his magic and darted forward, the sword pressing against the Gryphon's throat, Amaretto himself at eye height with the hybrid. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a short command from the goddess.

"Stand back," she said, eyes trained on the unicorn. "He is no enemy." 

Amaretto did as told, albeit reluctantly, and sheathed his sword. He grumbled something unintelligible as he stepped back, allowing for entry, and closed the door behind the Gryphon. Though the sword was gone, there was no doubt from the look in his eyes that he wouldn't hesitate to attack, wounded though the newcomer may be. 

"It has indeed, Xerihan," Theá commented, still lying in the bed. "Almost two weeks. What brings you here? And for that matter," her gaze briefly diverted to his bandaged paw, "what happened to you?"