Waking left him disoriented, his eyes blinking slowly as the ceiling came into the view, the voices below proof enough they were somewhere inhabited but his last memories were disordered. He remembered the temple but the actual timeline wasn't playing out clearly, maybe because he'd passed out at some point after strong arms had lifted him and while his vision had been dim, they were familiar enough.

Not that he'd wanted to relax, but the choice had been taken from him, bloodloss making him lightheaded until he just went limp.

And now?

His head ached, his eyes burned and his mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton as he tried to sit up.