"Ow..." Basil whined dazedly a few moments too late. He forced himself into a sitting position, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder. After looking around for a bit, he recognized where he was and, glancing at Jace, who seemed to be in as much of a hurry as he was within a few hours of wakefulness, he also began to pack the rest of the meager belongings, inwardly hoping that nothing had been damaged in the storm.
	As they checked everything, Basil asked, "Are you feeling sick at all?"