"Hm?" Raine asked, almost forgetting that she had mentioned Oruin's name a few moments before. "Oh, he used to be a really good friend of mine before I had to escape from The Guild." The assassin said with a soft sigh and walked away from Flake so that she could take a seat on the bed opposite from his. The thin mattress sunk slightly beneath her weight and she looked down at her hands before continuing. "I never expected to see him again...especially not here. He works as the prison medic now." She added, summing up all that she assumed Flake needed to know about Oruin. "Now, I would agree that both you, and I, need some rest until he comes." The girl hadn't gotten much sleep between talking with Oruin all night and then being awakened by the sudden appearance of Flake. And with that, she laid down on the bed and turned her back to her cellmate, falling asleep a few minutes later.

Unfortunately, Raine managed to fall back into the same dream she had before. Once again, she was surrounded by darkness, the cold hands of the wind that seemed to crawl all over her skin and was overcome with an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. This time, it seemed as though she would never wake up, making the girl whimper softly in her sleep as she tossed and turned lightly across the bed. This continued on for what may have been hours until a pair of hands began to shake Raine awake. The shaking managed to startle the girl and she immediately punched in the direction that she knew the hands were coming from; when she finally opened her eyes a few moments later she was only slightly surprised to see Oruin kneeling beside her bed, uninjured. "Raine, are you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. "It seemed like you were having a nightmare so I woke you up." Raine simply stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out how he managed to avoid her punch. 

Eventually, she decided that it wasn't that important and sat up before running her hand lightly across her face. "No, no. I'm fine." She mumbled and then moved her hand away so she could look at Oruin, who was giving her a face saying that he wasn't buying it. "I'm fine Oriun...seriously." The assassin said more firmly before gesturing over to Flake. "Can you check him though? He got his ass kicked before he got here." Nodding, Oruin stood and walked over to the other side of the cell. As he kneeled beside Flake, he opened his bag and began to take out a few items that he figured would be best to treat his bruises. He also noticed the blood on the floor and figured that he either had a nosebleed or some type of internal bleeding. [I]I'll check for both then.[/I] The freckled male thought before reaching over and gently shaking Flake, much like he did Raine. "Excuse me, but do you mind waking up so I can properly treat your wounds?" He called to the sleeping inmate; Oruin also kept in mind that some people became violent when they were suddenly awakened from their sleep like this, so he stayed on the balls of his feet, ready to jump away if Flake decided to lash out at him. He had to learn the hard way and did not want another black eye from simply waking someone up again.