It had been just yesterday he'd woken up and everything at the time had seemed fine. Which of course, was the young Rakeeb simply slipping into denial once more and pushing all his problems away and refusing to deal with them, refusing to come to terms with the fact he'd almost lost Miwa, had gained a second daughter and was blind to top everything off. Laying there he felt the warmth of another laying behind him and he couldn't help it; he mentally rolled his eyes and sighed out loud, the simple sound expressing the fact he was growing quickly resigned to the fact the ghostly male simply didn't listen. Opening his eyes, although only seeing through one, he turned to find the pale male sprawled out on his bed beside him. Strange guy and with the thought he grinned, shook his head slightly and eased himself off the bed without disturbing Alex. All over he ached, throbbed and he could feel the tug of his cuts where he had been torn open by the bears claws. The more sane, weaker part of him wanted to curl back on the bed beside the strange male and sleep until all the pain went away, but that wasn't whom he was. He couldn't sit still, he need to do something... to move his damaged body and take all his pent up emotion out on something.

Padding away from the bed of furs and over to one of the two tables push against the left wall of the training space he attached his usual array of weapons, grabbed a leather strip and pushed his hair back, gathering it and tying it up in a quick, practised motion. Stepping back from the tables he turned to look back at Alex, confirming the stranger was still asleep. Looking at the other he knew it was completely not normal that a complete stranger had moved into his cave and was sharing his bed, but then from what he'd seen nothing involving the pierced male was normal and he couldn't help but be dragged into Alex's pace and strange little world. Grinning, he suppressed a laugh and exited his chambers. Keeping a slow, steady pace he managed to make his way over to the village and within it the training grounds; he entered what was once the sawmill and began working with his Katana.

Pain spread through his body and his breath was heavy, but still he pushed himself through the basic sword motions, swinging and slaughtering imaginary foes that surrounded him. But time and time again he found himself off balance, tripping, the angles of his cuts of, swinging too wide with little control. All his time practising and working to become adapt with weapons suddenly seemed pointless, everything was off and he couldn't even complete the basic stuff. Releasing his right arm from the handle he swung his left arm with katana in hand out into his blind spot, unease filling him as both arm and blade left his field of vision. “Shit!” he threw the blade down and raised both hands to his head, pushing his fringe back and running one through his hair, knocking the healing wounds that scattered his face. Flinging his hands down he turned sharply, he legs flared with pain that he ignored, and growled at whomever had called his name and disturbed him. “What” he barked out harshly without really thinking or registering whom had spoken..

Each breath was heavy, his chest raising and falling in fast succession, the air he breathed in cool to the point it seemed to pierce his lungs, muscles throbbed with pain in rebellion to the vigorous workout he'd put his still healing body through but he cared little; if anything he welcomed the pain, took pleasure in harming himself for he thought he deserved it and worse. Standing there he glared at the woman, his expression of pure anger and frustration that he could no longer bother to hide. Her words washed over him and he blinked a few times before breathing out loudly and consciously forcing his muscles to relax and easing himself into a less aggressive stance; it wasn't Aeron's fault he'd been injured, it was his own and so there was no point in taking it out on the woman despite how tempting the idea was. “Not you're fault. Sorry, shouldn't have reacted like that” he spoke quietly, unsure whether she would hear his words or not but not caring either way.

Blinking a few more times he clenched and unclenched his hands until he felt he had his temper well enough under control and then moved to where he'd thrown his katana. Gingerly he picked the blade up, lifting it to eye level so he could inspect it and confirm he hadn't damaged the blade in his little fit of anger; once satisfied the damage to the blade was minimal he eased it back into it's sheath and once more turned to face the female. When he looked upon her words wormed in his head; pack, family, protect, such things only added to his guilt to the way he had responded to her presence, not that he'd let on that he felt guilty about his actions; he was too prideful for that. Taking a steadying breath he smiled at the woman, although he was sure it didn't reach his eyes he hoped she'd ignore such a small thing, “Hey, atleast the bear came out worse then I did” he responded to her question, the smile turning into a mischievous grin as he answered her without truly answering her. “What brings you all the way out here, Meiwakuna on'na?” he resorted to japanese at the end, wondering if she would be able to understand his words.