Ivan was out and going exploring he couldn't sleep so he decided to go out at night something that he wouldn't usually do. As he was the weakest at this time and he couldn't necessary protect himself and he wandered into some sort of building he wasn't quite sure what it was but he ended up collapsing on the floor and fell asleep he really should haven't left this late he really was tired. Curling up slightly he honestly didn't care where he was or what he was going to or what anyone would do for that manner he just wanted sleep.

Yavojn looked at the sanctuary. Walking around with a haunted doll eyed look. He was still hurting from the encounter with Lucas Blackwell. Not that he'd ever admit this. His body was healed. His mind was still tormented with nightmares of the other man's past. Worst of all was the fact Oliver helped him find fire and confidence and one meeting with that so called ally of Oliver's had destroyed it all. As he was walking his lantern light caught off someone on the ground. Blinking as a creepy crawly feel went down his spine. Right now seeing Ivan was a blessing and a curse. He felt a strange relief...it was an evil he knew. Not one that confused him. Hurrying over to the man he grabbed a blanket and a pillow. Covering the other and went down onto his knees. "Ivan Feofan...what are you doing here? Why are you out so late? Are you hurt?" He asked in that sanctuary priests tone of his. Pushing up the oversized glasses as he tried to get Ivan's head onto the pillow.