The moment Azier had opened his eyes, he hadn't recognized the place he was in (again). He let out a gruff exhale of air and tried to sit up, but was halted by Dagon's large arm.
"Don't get up. If you vomit again, I will lose my patience." The elder sibling directed sternly, but also with a tenderness that Azier picked up.
"I vomited?" He wondered and then looked down to his chest to check the clothes he hadn't had on anyway.
Dagon revealed the facts like he read a list. "Yes. A lot. You convulsed, too...but I knew you would be alright. Before you ask - you've only been out for about two hours. It's still dark outside and all that-- and yes, your human companion is fine, although you may want to fix his memory, too."
"His? Oh - you mean Tyran. Yeah... I can do that. What about Yrsula?" Azier questioned and groaned a little as his head became light again, and a bit dizzy.
