Before he even opens his eyes, he knows something's wrong. Something is really, really wrong. They'd all just split, the Oracle had been giving a speech. Nothing had happened. Yet. Always yet because something is always happening. That he can't remember from there to here is concerning. Way more than he'd like. And, he's doing everything within his power to not flip out and raze the place to the ground.

His eyes crack open, but there's no weird MTs around, just...what looks an awful lot like an infirmary from what he can see through the slit of his lids. He doesn't hurt. So...why is he here? He says there, lying prone, for a few more minutes and weighs his options. What the hell is he going to do? Not that he needs his sword to fight anyone, but he can't feel it, can't see it, can't call it to him. What's stopping him? He's nearly ready to leap off the cot and fight someone with his bare hands, when he hears a rasp of his name in a voice he'd know anywhere.

This time, he does leap up, startling the person beside him. He doesn't even apologize before he takes off.

"Noct!" It's a sharp call of his name before he somewhat skids to a stop. "What's goi--" his brows furrow as he reaches up, aiming to grip Noct's chin between his fingers. "What happened to you?"