Just as he was about to say somthing somthing banged on the door, as if it was being kicked. Elrohir carefully approached the door, his wand at the ready. He opened the door, revealing Maik standing in the shadowy hallway, drenched, with her boots and the hem of her robes covered in mud, as if she'd been running.
Elrohir thought about that for a moment. "They should have been. Maik doesn't care about pain much. But her hands shouldn't be like that." He mulled over that for a minute, confused as to why Maik's hands were like that. Unless she'd done a little illegitimate boxing in a dark alley somewhere. He ran the idea past Sonia to see what she thought of it.