Cara let out a long, agonised groan, as she was nudged. It'd been a long while...she had known that, at least. She could tell the passage of time. She wasn't stupid. What she couldn't tell, however, is how she ended up unconscious. After a brief pause, she slowly rose upwards, pulling at her bindings as she instinctively attempted to stretch. "L uiv'w nghc mw jwqg..." She muttered in an archaic, ancient, and near-forgotten tongue. She blinked, blearily, turning to Ewan. "...Zyi'zh gqx...?" She mumbled, incoherently. It was rather blatant that Cara wasn't entirely there, at least, not yet. But that would be rather predictable. Being rendered unconscious, kidnapped, and bound would do that, especially to a child.
She moved to rub her eyes, finding her wrists still bound, fear growing on her face. She glanced about, looking to Ewan, desperation setting in as she began to pant, and panic, and shake.