After a few minutes, Dan blinked and groaned very quietly before letting his eyes close as they were pretty fucking sore from drying out. "Bryn?" he asked, or tried to. His throat had gone as dry as his eyes, and all he could manage was a croaking sound. He coughed a little, then opened his eyes once more and looked up at Bryn from where his head lay. "Bryn... fucking hell, my head exploded," he muttered, and then tried moving. Sitting up took a couple of attempts, and when he was finally upright (okay, slumping forward) he realized that his nose was still dripping blood. He brought a shaking hand up to check his face and swore when all his fingertips came away bright red.
Then he noticed the literal ring of fire around him, and looked behind him at Bryn.