He hurt.
Everything hurt.
Being alive hurt.
His ears were ringing, his heart pounding, and oh God he hurt.
Slowly and carefully he ran a mental check list legs, arms, teeth, fingers, tongue, hearing was a bit hard because all he could hear was his heart and the ringing, but he could see. He could see the flames, watching as they slowly ate their way through a table in the corner of his vision. It would have been interesting if he was wasn't more interested in watching her.
Naunet, her imagine flickering in and out of existence, glitching and distorting as she stood there. She was struggling to maintain herself. She was angry, glaring, and the fact made him smile.
They'd won. Not well, considering how he felt, but they'd won and he could live with that.
He went to push himself up so he could laugh at her properly, but something short through him and he stopped just short of screaming in pure, unadulterated agony, before he could work out what had caused that though something pressed itself against him, something warm and delicate and soft, smelling of flowers and sweet scents.
Penny.
Oh God, was she okay?
Naunet was forgotten entirely as he moved to focus on her, which meant sitting up, which meant moving. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up.
The scream tearing itself from his lips.