human
Subaru:  The first sensation he became aware of was something rough rubbing against his cheek. As he regained consciousness, his entire being was dominated by a sense of extreme languor. His body felt sluggish, as if it was sand coursing through his veins rather than blood. When he opened his mouth in search of air, his parched lips refused to let go of each other and tore apart. The pain and the taste of blood on the tip of his tongue startled him. His slightly bleary eyes rolled around as he forced open his heavy eyelids. His vision cleared, and the world gained color—and then, the sight of a pitch-black land dragon leaped into his eyes.
gpt
Subaru:  “…Oh, it’s you?” There by his side, heaving rasping breaths and watching him with two narrowed, amber eyes, was Subaru’s beloved land dragon, Patlash. She extended her head, continuing to lick the sleepy Subaru in an apparent show of concern.
human
Subaru:  “So that rough tongue belongs to you, huh… Where…are we…?” Subaru suspended the touchy-feely wakeup call, rendering Patlash silent. Lying at his favorite dragon’s side, Subaru looked around the area, drawing his brows together when he saw he was outside the tomb. —He remembered the encounter with the Witches that had occurred just prior in the world of dreams. The condition for being invited to Echidna’s tea party was to enter the tomb. According to previous experience, he should have woken up in the stonework room within the tomb. Instead, Subaru was resting his body against the stone wall at the entrance to the tomb.
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Subaru:  “Someone brought me out…? But who…”