[It takes a while for him to finally focus on Sheena's voice, but any relief is short-lived as he struggles to sit up. He doesn't know what to do with his arms in his current state, so he instead props himself up against his owl's leg, too far away to use a tree trunk for support.]
I can't concentrate-- for lights.
[His voice grows softer as he hears the tromping through the grass grow louder.]
no subject
I can't concentrate-- for lights.
[His voice grows softer as he hears the tromping through the grass grow louder.]
...Need to get out of here...