Jean was lightly burnt but only in a couple places by the time the woman found him. His body having healed most of the burns. He felt himself pulled up onto a horse and groaned silently. His body twitched a bit in response. He felt something soft beneath his form and slowly began to stir. A thick fog clouded his mind even as it returned to the land of the living. His eyes slowly began to open. The lashes going from kissing his cheeks to rising up and up until the eyes showed. His light green eyes looked around. Where...? Where was he? He slowly sat up with a silent groan. He winced and put a hand to the burns. Little remembering they would burn. He was hungry. Sure he could eat the food the woman was cooking but it would not feed his blood lust. It would not truly satisfy his hunger. He looked around. Moving his lips as his mind called out.<span style="font-style: italic">Hello?</span>He looked around. Jean? Who was Jean? Was that him? Was he Jean? Moving his lips again as once more he projected his thoughts.<span style="font-style: italic">Is anyone there?</span>