[Ianchus is half-heartedly groping through the soil, clawing at air and also debating simply dropping his arm and letting Mother Rima sort him out (if she's here, at least, though perhaps the gods are also gone, like everything else) when he feels slender fingers in his palm. The fingers of a girl, pulling...rather ineffectually, but pulling. He swallows the lump suddenly in his throat, sighs inwardly, tightens his own grip on that stranger's hand--
--and adds his own core strength to scramble up, head clearing the soil, taking a deep breath of the clear air. Yes, there's a girl there, as he thought... and he thanks Mother again that this isn't one of those times he's woken up naked in front of a stranger. Ah, that wouldn't have done at all.
He swallows, spits, his fingers wiggling halfheartedly in an immediately-aborted attempt to greet his savior. ]
I. Awake
--and adds his own core strength to scramble up, head clearing the soil, taking a deep breath of the clear air. Yes, there's a girl there, as he thought... and he thanks Mother again that this isn't one of those times he's woken up naked in front of a stranger. Ah, that wouldn't have done at all.
He swallows, spits, his fingers wiggling halfheartedly in an immediately-aborted attempt to greet his savior. ]
Haah... Many thanks there.