Sienna woke up in degrees.
First, she felt the cold draft around her ankles, then the unbearable weight of her head.
Her mouth tasted like ash and her eyes were gritty, as if she didn't sleep all night.
Finally, the taut sensation of her wrists being bound.
When she was able to pry her eyes open, a dark shape came into view.
Blinking a few times, Damon's unconscious figure swam into focus and she surged up onto her knees, trying to reach him.
She stumbled over, shaking him gently as she knelt by his side.
"Wake up," She breathed, "Damon, please wake up."
Slowly, his eyelids fluttered and she heaved a sigh of relief as he opened his eyes.
He tensed up at first but the moment it registered that it was Sienna by his side, he seemed to relax.
"You okay?" He murmured, his bound hands finding hers and rubbing a thumb over her skin.
"Fine," Sienna leaned her forehead on his shoulder, "You?"
