Sunny has been much worse for wear. When Scy opens the door to the bedroom - his own, which he had been abruptly forced out of when, in their derilium, Sunny broke in and all but gutted him for being in it - what he finds is an absolute mess. No gore, thankfully, but the place looks more like it's been inhabited by an angry animal than it does a shelter for an ailing pseudo-sylvari. Furnishings here and there have been knocked from their proper positions, in some places their contents spilled and scattered around the room, and the inside of the door has been clearly raked by short, pensive claws. No signs of injury, though, at least not any that would leave a trace. If not for the heat that hangs thick in the room, it would be easy to assume Sunny isn't around, as the window sits opened to the night outside and they aren't immediately visible.

A closer scan, however, shows a familiar shadow, hiding behind the overturned bed. A luminous pink eye peering at him with a burning stare.