Saya smiled a little apologetically, "I'm not. He's in the living room though."

Glancing momentarily to his wound, she couldn't help the worried expression. It really must be a curse then, considering how much this fellow was bleeding. There was another pang of guilt of her own role in Solomon's current situation.

"Just follow me." After shutting the door behind Keats, she didn't waste any time in leading him to Solomon. She doubted he would want to waste any time either, given his wound.