Sir Vexen? What a nice title. This woman actually had manners. Having been deprived of a female with manners for quite some time, Vexen almost looked stunned.

"You may just call me 'Vexen'," He informed her, nodding when she mentioned a healing. "Actually, yes, I was healed earlier by a mage but she saw no need to heal my leg."

Vexen limped over to the bed next to hers, dumping his items on it. There wasn't much; The bag made a clinking noise, suggesting there were some fragile things inside. He made a notion to drop his journal down with them, but shook his head; such things shouldn't be left alone. Larxene at the very least would take interest in it.

"I suppose you were summoned by Zexion?" He asked, sitting down on the bed opposite from Ashe's.