Back awake

Jp with Lorem, Winteroak and Bandorchu

The soft sound escaping Gonyaul’s lips quickly turned to moans of discomfort that also ebbed once he had enough of his senses back to quiet them. His eyes tiredly opened and looked around as if coming out of a deep fog. He licked his lips, they were dehydrated and rough to his raw tongue.

He wasn’t moving yet, realizing he was bandaged up, tightly and in an unfamiliar environment. He was trying to make sense of how he got here and where here was, to no avail. He heard Tarmen and Voah, at least that put him more at ease.

He blinked slowly as his eyes adjusted. He hurt all over still and he felt like he was burning up, even though he was wet from perspiration in the dry cool night air. He didn’t feel like he could move if he tried, soreness had infiltrated into every muscle.

What a wild series of dreams, he thought to himself. Especially the last one. He then looked down and noticed his pants tenting boldly to the sky. It was the only thing about him that was “up”. He then noticed Tarmen and Voah physically near him for the first time. Realizing his predicament he blushed in embarrassment. There was nothing he could do to hide it and he was sure they were bound to notice. He wished he could turn invisible.

On a more positive note, he realized that they were no longer fighting and in danger of dying. That was a huge plus. He also could make out that the two of them were patched up too. They had survived and that was something to inwardly rejoice about.

Alexis had, in fact, nodded off in the corner. She awoke with a start, roused by some nightmare she couldn’t remember most likely, and found herself back in the cavern. It seemed Tarmen had come to as well, and was in quiet conversation with Voah, while the two watched over the still resting Gonyaul.

She let them talk amongst themselves while she tried to anchor herself back into reality, gaze wandering across the now quite a lot more lively room.

To her surprise she found the young witch seemed to have woken, as well, now eying all of them warily. She‘d imagine that hers was not a situation one would like to wake to.

Glancing at her friends, Alexis moved closer to the girl and kneeled at a generous distance from her, not wanting to spook her.

“Hello. My name is Alexis. May I ask yours?”
she addressed her gently.

The young teen eyed Alexis suspiciously. Despite her accent she seemed to speak her language.
"Silina." He replied. "Where are we?" She asked.

“Still in Gra’akast. A forgotten place of worship, as it seems, in the abandoned part of the city.”

Alexis gestured at the stairs climbing up.

“I’d like to thank you, first of all, for your help. I don’t think we would have made it without you.”

Silina nodded keeping her doubts to herself that maybe she shouldn't have saved these people.
"We shouldn't be here..." She said not quite sure why. It just felt wrong to her to be in this place. The walls seemed to be closing in on her. Their images weighting on her very soul. Although she could not say why.

Alexis nodded.

“I understand.”
~Better than you’ll ever know.~ “And I am not going to keep you here, but… there are things I need to understand about the story that is told upon these walls.”

She looked around the now so familiar inscriptions.

“I am… led to believe you might be able to help with that. If you are willing to.”

She looked up at the woman clearly confused. "What do you mean? Why do you think I can help you?" Came the question.