Sora just cradled his hand close. Besides his head, that was the only other thing that was in a lot of pain.
"It's not your fault," Sora replied, opening his eyes a little. Though he would usually complain, he was glad it was the middle of winter and the weather wasn't too great. Otherwise it would be a lot more annoyingly bright right now. "My hand was just stuck." Normally it wouldn't have even woke him up. Sora scooted back a little closer, frowning at Riku having a bad dream. He pushed some of his bedhead out of his face gently.