Kili couldn't quite remember falling, nor did he completely register what was going on as his godmother picked him up from the stone floor. The youngest was out cold, and he hadn't stirred for the duration of his slumber. When Kili did wake, he appeared groggy and confused until his eyes landed towards Saeril. The sight of her was enough to bring a smile to Kili's face; she hadn't left after all.
"I was afraid you'd gone," he started to sit up, nearly embarrassed for having fallen asleep so easily. What had happened? His mind was foggy. "...Where are we?"