The first thing Nessa realises as the world starts to come back to her is the dull ache at the back of her neck and the splitting headache pushing it's way to the front of her consciousness. She growls at the pain, and curls herself up into a tighter ball than she already was, willing it to go away.

It's only a few moments after this that she can vaguely hear another voice through the other noises going on in the background, and Nessa mumbles something not understandable before squinting up into the gloom. Her eyes were still cloudy, but she registered a few lumps in the dark, and then glanced over to the owner of the noise.

Suddenly everything rushed back to her--they had been ambushed and Nessa couldn't see well enough to fight them off and then everything had gone black. And now they were here.

She pushed herself up and rubbed a gloved hand over her eyes to try and clear them, reaching out with the other for Cynthia.

"Flourish?" She calls out, her voice uncertain. "Are you ok?"