Beren slowly opened his eyes. 

He remained completely still, even his breathing had yet to be altered. But his eyes could see a partial view, though lidded. Before him was an empty chair, a small desk, and a painting on the wall. It depicted a vast jungle, with silhouettes proportioned to that of the shadows, giving them a living, ethereal feeling. If Beren wasn't mistaken, it was a painting by Ophelvol. He had learned a bit of art from a curator in Andred before he had moved north. Strange, it was a very bland wall for such an expensive piece to be on. 

Once he realized he was in a soft bed, he felt he wasn't in immediately danger and let out a soft groan. He felt stuff and sore, but whole and very much alive. How could that be? Hadn't he just been beneath a mile of stone, attacked by some being. Hadn't he been with...? 

"Jo?" He asked, trying to sit up. He could complete the move, but he felt awkward. Blinking, he looked around and found the woman sitting on the opposite side of the bed on a cushioned chair, asleep. Beren's heartbeat slowed when he saw her there, and he calmed and sat back against the cushions, breathing belatedly. "Good," he said to himself, sounding very dry in his delivery from just how panicked he had been for a brief second. 

Somehow, he felt he had almost died. But he wasn't sure if what had happened was a dream or not. If it had happened like he remembered, there was no way he could have lived. But...there was no hole in his chest. Instead, he felt as strong as ever, albeit still quite tired. And so he lay there, watching her without thought. Even asleep she seemed cute, and he wasn't going to wake her. But her position had caused some blockage apparently. 

She gave a resounding snort and shot up, blinking. Jocasta wiped her face and smoothed her hair, the window behind her making her blonde hair look almost silvery, and then she realized Beren was looking straight at her, alive. 

"Hey pretty girl," He said, his voice hoarse and his eyes drooping. "What h-...wwhat happened? Where are we?"