For her part, the 'coming to' wasn't as calmly acted out. Sympathy thought initially that she was caught in a storm, which didn't bother her so much, but her eyes opened and she found herself standing. Standing, and naked. What surrounded her were walls of strange tile and a door made of glass and metal. The water was coming from one of those walls. Streaming down on her like rain, pouring out of a shiny silver object.
Confused, instantly terrified of black magics, Sympathy tried to whirl around and make her escape. She encountered instead a male. She didn't know who he was. That, in itself, wasn't really a problem. She'd had plenty of dallies with men she didn't know and had never given it another thought. This man, however, didn't seem as bothered by their surroundings as he was by her personally.
Soap streamed down her face and Sympathy wiped it away. While she wasn't not familiar with the oddly scented stuff that was on her, she knew enough to know soap and had washed her hair with it plenty.
Her eyes were wide, her heart beating quickly with anger and fear. Sympathy moved backwards again, not wanting to be under the bewitched water, but needing space if this man intended to fight her. Their respective nudity didn't bother her, though it did make her wonder a few things. An appreciative eye had a fast glance, storing information for when she wasn't quite on the verge of panic.
"Who are you? Why have you brought me to this cursed place?"