Dreamless sleep yielded to the piercing light that roused the knight from his drug-induced slumber, a groggy noise escaping dry lips as his eyes hesitantly fluttered open. Despite the blinding rays of the sun that irritated his retinas, it was rather trivial to notice that he was no longer in the forest.
Somewhat soft bed, dull ache in his leg and where the armor had been brutally driven into flesh instead of searing agony...
...He didn't have his armor on.
Hands shot up to his head - or, at least, tried to through the numbness and lethargy he was feeling - and met...metal. The mouth/faceguard of his helm was lifted up just enough to uncover his mouth, but not reveal the rest of his face.
Richter let out a relieved and tired sigh as he let his hands fall back down onto the bed.
It was then that he noticed Belafay sitting beside him, looking not unlike a ruby-eyed porcelain doll that was not yet fired. Memories, scattered but rapidly gaining coherence and cohesion, surged forth and reminded him of what had transpired the last time he'd been awake.
"...H...ell...o...Bel...af...ay," the knight rasped, wincing at the sound of his voice and mild soreness of his vocal cords; it seemed like he'd been unconscious for a while for his voice to be suffering the effects of disuse.
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