Consciousness penetrated Davyn's sleep, quickly coupled with pain in his head. He hissed as he gingerly sat up and opened his eyes. He startled when he saw the girl and the dragon. Instinctively, he reached for his back, to the hunting knife that he kept there. He couldn't immediately see Amythest, and he hoped she was alright, but he knew from her lack of presence that she was still unconscious. He was on his own for now.<br/>"Who are you?" He asked, fighting to think through the pain radiating from the back of his head. "Where's Amythest?"