His last conscious thought is terror, and it's terror he wakes up to. His head throbs, but it's not a hangover, as he struggles against nothing, clattering out of his bed and hitting the floor. Bruises are still up and down every part of him, but he's conscious. And she's in his bed.
Owainn sits, blinking rapidly, slotting together what happened. His arm is bandaged and aches. He is home, somehow. And she's here.
Silence rings as he tries to find an answer that makes sense, and he comes up empty. He needs more information. And talking to Letitia sober feels strange. His room is dim, dark. He can see streams of light breaking in around shutters and curtains.