At the Castro residence, Tyrion returned in the dead of the night with his shoulder patched up. He walked with a bottle of rum he had been using to help with the pain.
"Your highness. Your highness?" Damien panicked when he saw the bandages Tyrion was wrapped in. "You failed to protect the prince," he said to the guards behind Tyrion.
"Don't get so riled up when you don't know anything. He walked right into getting himself shot," Aiden said, annoyed that Damien was quick to point fingers. "He'll be fine as long as he rests, doesn't lift anything heavy and doesn't let the wound become infected. The bullet is out."
"Is Penelope asleep?" Tyrion asked as he walked by the bickering bunch.
"There is still light in the room, and when I last saw her, she was reading a book. You need a shirt if you are going to hide this from her," Damien suggested.
