It takes a moment, but as the fuzz left behind by your unplanned nap fades from your thoughts, you realize that you're feeling rather too many aches and minor pains to be asleep. Not to mention that, if you were having a nightmare, you'd be seeing things a lot worse than a smilingly-annoyed Cordelia and several other girls of your acquaintance, ready to giggle at your haplessness.
"Cordy!" you exclaim, pushing yourself upright and getting to your feet, all in a single, flowing motion. At least, that's what it's supposed to be - about halfway through, you realize that you're moving with unusual stiffness, back and legs protesting all the way and turning the "single movement" into an awkward chain of three or four separate ones. When you actually get your feet under you, your legs take the opportunity to rather forcefully remind you that you've been sitting on them for at least two hours, and to further protest that this sudden burst of activity is not at all welcome.
Consequently, you stagger, stumble, and come within the length of your forearms - say about six inches - of falling on your face. It's only Cordelia's hasty backpedalling that keeps her from being taken down with you.
"What the heck was that?" the brunette snaps.
"Leg cramp," you reply in a tight voice, while circulating some ki to the afflicted areas. The sharp pain begins to ease at once, but you know from past experience that it will take a while to completely fade; the same goes for the "sleepy foot" pins and needles sensation. Still, it's good enough for you to stand up, which you do - carefully.
"Not used to extended meditations yet, Alex?" Ayane guesses.
"I keep meaning to give it more time, but something always comes up." You frown. "On that subject, how long was I under?"
"We got here at 11:08," Kasumi reports. "It's now 1:39."
A bit over two hours, then. Not bad, although falling asleep in the second hour kind of ruined things, even if you did recover more energy asleep than you would have in meditation.
You look at Cordelia. "So, you're okay, right? And you, Briar?" you add with a worried glance in the fairy's direction.
"Apart from nearly getting squashed by a falling doofus, I'm just peachy," Cordelia grumbles, folding her arms and glaring at you.
"I'm fine," Briar says in turn. "Just" - she pauses, yawning - "kind of tired."
Now that you're awake enough to really pay attention, Briar's aura is a little paler than usual.