His first waking thought was that it was cold. It shouldn't be, even under the shade of the trees. Trees-? He couldn't quite recall where he was or what he'd been doing, only that there were lots of trees, and that he found his mind lazily drifting from useless tree fact to useless tree fact as everything slowly swam back into focus.

Lightning flashed somewhere outside of his vision, and he recalled with sudden clarity that he'd been fighting. And Naomi was there. And there were the bad guys and the one had- he didn't quite remember, it was all fuzzy still, but it must have been bad because he was lying in a fairly sizable crater.

And there was someone zipping overhead, calling out his name. "Naomi!" he cried, and was surprised by the sound of his own voice. It was... not right somehow. Only then did he look down at his hands.

"Oh, Primus."