"Rule number one: Stop crying. Even if you aren't crying at the moment, stop crying. Crying serves you no purpose now. If anything it'll only dehydrate you." Aohdei kept his tone stern, and assumed a cross legged positioned while he spoke, "You'll be staying with us, at least until Rylzyr has awoken, then what will happen with you is out of our hands and into his. This cave will serve as a base of operations, so to speak. I'll tend to the fire, and aid in hunting and cooking, and you can help Sheshia in her tasks," he paused, eyeing her bow, "Unless you have talents of your own which we all can profit from?"
He reassumed the proper position, if he remembered correctly, and placed a hand on Rylzyr's chest. "I'll be more or less asleep for some time. I'll try to figure out what is wrong with our friend the Mage."
Focusing his mind, Aohdei performed a soul link, a demonic ritual wherein one demonic entity could somewhat meld their waking and unwaking consciousnesses together will little ill effect. The only downside was that in a situation such as this, where one of the participants was in a comatose state, the conscious member was effectively trapped in the shared mind space until the former awoke.
Aohdei came to on a bed of cold black stone, his surroundings hazy. It smelled of blood and wine, and he realized that he was surrounded by X'zyri bodies, mostly male, and all of them nude. Whether they were dead or at rest he did not know, and didn't intend to find out.
Stepping over and around the limp X'zyri, Aohdei simply went in the direction he felt the strongest pull, and prayed silently under his breath that Rylzyr didn't have a subconscious sex palace. That would complicate things on a whole new level.