It had felt like being in a dream, but for one important distinction: when Zach opened his eyes, he was exhausted. He blinked blearily up at the ceiling before letting his head fall to the side, taking in Albus's appearance.
"Are we-" done? never made it out. Zach squinted a little, his eyes slowly moving to the side as he wondered, remembered, calculated, and finally came up with, "I remember..." everything. The lack of emotion, of terror, was a strange sensation that was almost physical. It tickled at the back of his neck, and the clarity with which he remembered every detail was dizzying. "That..." He nodded. It felt good.
He flexed his hands, moved his feet, and sighed his relief when everything worked so far. His eyesight was fine. He didn't feel particularly nauseated - though he was due for his blood replenishing potion, which he should probably take, considering what had happened earlier in the day. Slowly, Zach sat up, holding himself upright with both hands on the mattress when finally he made it all the way up.
"That's... good. This is good. I think this is good. Thank you, Dumble- Albus. This isn't... it doesn't feel like what Lysander said. I don't... I don't think." Zach sat there, blinking, his gaze shifting almost constantly. "I feel drunk. It's strange. Think this'll pass? It's like my head's gone to sleep."