[ For Atem, even though he's been practically senseless and unaware of nearly everything that's been going on around him, part of him could still tell that all was not well with the kingdom and with its people. Zorc might have been dispatched, but before that happened, a considerable amount of damage was done; damage that the ones who remain now have to see about rectifying. And that, more than anything else, is what is sitting most heavily on Atem's mind, even as he hovers between unconsciousness and awareness.
Still, he's in no condition to do anything at the moment, even as his eyes open more fully and he slowly begins his return to the living.
Someone is there with him; he can tell that much, and although his eyes are still adjusting to the light, he catches flashes of blonde hair as the person he can only assume is his caretaker and healer moves around him. He finds himself still unable to move, simply because his limbs still feel leaden and heavy, but even as Lunafreya rests herself against him and her hands lightly embrace him, he doesn't feel overly distressed by this. Her gestures are comforting, and as he's still trying to take control of his senses, comfort is exactly what he needs.
She speaks and he dimly registers the words, even if he doesn't fully hear them. His mind supplies the rest, and he understands that it's been a considerable amount of time since he'd been awake. He can't quite tell how long it's been, but it can't have been very brief.
Then he attempts to say something, to use a voice that's long been silent, and because of that, he only manages to get out a barely formed sound: ]
Wha- [ What happened? is what he means to say, but the words don't properly form. Movement is still difficult, but he manages to move his fingers just enough that they're just barely grasping onto Lunafreya's in what would have been a firm grip if he was strong enough.
She might not understand him, and even if she did, part of him realizes she might decline to give answers until he's stronger, but answers are what he wants most right now.
As always, he's already decided, even though his mind and thoughts are still very muddled, that his personal well-being has to come second to the state of his kingdom and his people. ]
good point, no we're permanently stuck on this train. rip us
Still, he's in no condition to do anything at the moment, even as his eyes open more fully and he slowly begins his return to the living.
Someone is there with him; he can tell that much, and although his eyes are still adjusting to the light, he catches flashes of blonde hair as the person he can only assume is his caretaker and healer moves around him. He finds himself still unable to move, simply because his limbs still feel leaden and heavy, but even as Lunafreya rests herself against him and her hands lightly embrace him, he doesn't feel overly distressed by this. Her gestures are comforting, and as he's still trying to take control of his senses, comfort is exactly what he needs.
She speaks and he dimly registers the words, even if he doesn't fully hear them. His mind supplies the rest, and he understands that it's been a considerable amount of time since he'd been awake. He can't quite tell how long it's been, but it can't have been very brief.
Then he attempts to say something, to use a voice that's long been silent, and because of that, he only manages to get out a barely formed sound: ]
Wha- [ What happened? is what he means to say, but the words don't properly form. Movement is still difficult, but he manages to move his fingers just enough that they're just barely grasping onto Lunafreya's in what would have been a firm grip if he was strong enough.
She might not understand him, and even if she did, part of him realizes she might decline to give answers until he's stronger, but answers are what he wants most right now.
As always, he's already decided, even though his mind and thoughts are still very muddled, that his personal well-being has to come second to the state of his kingdom and his people. ]