He winced as he woke up, anticipating the pain returning, and blinking as it didn't. He turned to the sphinx, and started to talk, but all that emerged was a strangled croak. He swallowed with a bit of difficulty, getting his throat moistened, before noticing the lack of obvious light source. "Up, and feeling a bit less like a stain the bottom of something's hoof. Also, where the light coming from?"