Adrien breathed heavily through his nose, his fingers still locked onto the staff, his head throbbing. He opened his eyes, and he half-saw Valerion walking towards him, his mouth moving as if he was saying something, but he wasn't sure of what. He knew he felt tired, so tired, and that all he wanted to do was to sit down; and so he did. He felt himself sink; then came the vague awareness of an arm behind his back, some more words which he couldn't understand, then a glass of water being offered to him. Adrien drank the water, then the glass was refilled and he drank again; and as he kept drinking, he felt his senses become clearer - his vision returning, his hearing no longer a buzz; now he could distinctly feel Valerion's hand supporting his back.