Axel had let Duncan lower him back down onto the bed, still a little confused as to how he'd gotten into the palace, but figuring he'd gotten most of the information at least. "Ah," he noted as it was explained, nodding along with a wince. "I think I finally pissed the guards off enough for them to snap," he noted with a faint grin.

At his apology though, he shook his head. "Wasn't your fault," he pointed out, sort of reaching over to pat his leg. "I get myself punched on a fairly regular basis, I have to admit," he added, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Never was one to obey authority much." Well ...he tried to obey his commanders and such, but they were cruel to their men, and this was a good excuse for all the other scars, old and new, that Duncan would have seen.

Duncan shook his head. "Still, that shouldn't have happened," he murmured. "Those guards had no right to even touch you. I promise, they will be handled," he promised. "Do you remember what they looked like? Were they just the usual guards down there?"

Axel just lifted his shoulders in a shrug when Duncan said it shouldn't have happened. "It happens more than most royals know," he mused softly, shaking his head when he mentioned handling it. "Really, it doesn't matter," he noted with a sigh. Duncan was insisting though, so he just grunted. "The normal ones who are on in mornings," he noted. "Whichever two those are....I uh....I can't see jack shit down there," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "Used to snow and a lot of sun," he added with a sort of chuckle.

He would have settled himself back down, but after a moment he decided he was pretty gross after being in a battle and then dungeon for a few days, so he shifted to sit up slowly. "Can I use your bathroom," he asked. "At least wash my face off or something," he added. He felt a bit bad about getting the guys sheets dirty too.

Duncan nodded, "They'll be taken care of," he promised. "Yeah, of course, please, go do anything you need. Take a shower, use the bath, whatever you need," he said, standing. "Here, lemme help you up," he said gently, helping him. "I'll get you some fresh towels," he said once he'd helped Axel to the bathroom, dashing off to go find some.

Axel just nodded in response to his comment about the guards, working at getting to his feet without getting dizzy or anything like that. Falling over now really wouldn't help either of them. He was a little surprised at first when Duncan reached over to help him up, but he found that using the other boy as a sort of crutch made his journey across the large room and to the bathroom much easier. "Thanks," he mumbled, slightly out of breath by the time he'd gotten there, closing the door but leaving it unlocked just in case before turning the water on and working at getting undressed and taking bandages off. Slipping into the warm water felt wonderful, and he let out a soft breath of relief as the dirt and blood caking his skin fell away. He just stood there for a few minutes before shifting to actually wash off, which felt even better. He spent a good deal of time on his hair, since the white parts were rather stained by then, but soon enough they were back to normal and he felt clean, so he slipped out of the tub and dried off, carefully redressing and bandaging his wounds before getting dressed again and slipping back out the door of the bathroom.

Duncan had fetched him some fresh towels from his closet, opening the door while he was in the shower, and, being the stupid self he was, just waltzed right in. Though, he quickly realized his mistake, seeing Axel through the glass doors of the shower. "Fuck! Sorry!" he cursed, covering his eyes. "Sorry, sorry! Heres your towels!" he tossed them on the counter messily, and ran out the door, but accidentally ran into the wall instead, as he was still covering his eyes. "Shit," he muttered, turning and running out the door, shutting it behind him.

Embarrased and beet-red, Duncan busied himself. He changed the sheets, tossing the bloody ones in the laundry.

Axel had found the whole situation rather amusing, if he was being honest....he knew the prince hadn't been trying to be creepy or anything, and the glass was frosted so it really wasn't that big of a deal. He found himself still laughing to himself as he left the bathroom a while later, tugging his fingers through his hair in an effort to comb through it a little bit. The conditioner has gotten most of the knots out, but there were still some small ones. He did feel much better though. "Dude, don't worry about all that," he noted with a laugh when he noticed that Duncan was still red about it. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of my body patching me up anyway," he pointed out with an arched eyebrow, settling himself down on the edge of the bed tiredly.

"Still, sorry though, I should've thought first before walking in," he blushed heavily. "Um, anyway, I pulled out some clothes for you. Figured they might be better than the dirty clothes you have on," he chuckled lightly, handing him a pile of clothes. "They might be a little big though," he chuckled again. Duncan had searched for the smallest clothes he owned, cause Axel was quite a bit smaller than him. "And, um, I need to clear something up with you," he murmured. "I wasn't supposed to bring you up here. Technically, I wasn't even supposed to help you, so, um, you can stay, but you can't really leave here and you'll hafta hide when the maids come,"

Axel just chuckled as his face turned even more red. "Really, it's alright," he reassured him before glancing over at the clean clothes, a grin forming on his face. That was probably good ...his own clothes were filthy, and putting them back on after washing up hadn't been particularly pleasant. He moved to reach for them, slipping back into the bathroom to change. They fit mostly alright ...the pants were long, but he just rolled the bottoms up a little bit and they were fine. The shirt was a little long and baggy, and it sort of hung low on his shoulders....but for the most part it fit.

When he came back out and Duncan mentioned he wasn't supposed to be here, he nodded with a wince. "I figured as much," he noted, casting a quick glance at the window and flicking his hair over his shoulder as he moved to sit back down on the bed again. 'the whole place will be up in arms looking for me," he added. Then as an after thought, he added "and I'm not keeping your bed the whole time. I can stay on the couch, it's just as comfortable."

Duncan sucked in a breath, "Yeah, probably..." he chuckled lightly. "No, no, no I insist, you're injured," he said firmly. "I don't have a couch in here anyway," he murmured. (Sry, next few r gonna be short, multi-tasking)