Shayre woke up from someone shaking him by his shoulders. Or rather, he woke up from the pain the movement caused him. He whispered something under his breath as he looked up to the person kneeling next to him. It was a girl, with long blonde hair. She looked awfully concerned.
Looking up at her face, and after that, around him, a million questions came to mind. After struggling with his dried up tongue he managed to ask one of them that seemed particularly important right now.
[i]"Who are you?"[/i]
He tried to get up, feeling a stinging pain in his head as he moved. Perhaps that was the reason why the girl seemed so worried.
[i]"Am I hurt?"[/i]
No wait, that was a weird question. He was hurt, he could feel that. He should probably have asked if it looked serious. It felt like he had some kind of wound on his head, and judging on the pounding element of the pain it wasn't a scrape.
Frowning while looking around, he decided that there was one more question that should be asked.
[i]"And while we're at it... Where am I?"[/i]