He frowned in confusion when she kissed him, because he knew she'd done it but he could barely feel it. He felt numb. "Feels like I'm drunk..." He was talking to her, but not at the same time. He didn't really know.
"How did you know where I was?" He was impressed he'd managed an entire sentence, though the words were kind of slurred. His eyes moved around the room again, almost as though he'd forgotten where he was. His eyes closed again, though his fingers kept their grip on hers. He thought he could feel his side hurting, could feel the air growing hot. But that didn't make any sense. He wasn't in the desert. Was he? He couldn't be. Not when Marian was here.