[When Ronan wakes up, the first thing he sees is sand. The grains appear massive, but that's because he's pressed against the ground, his face hurting. When he takes stock, actually - everything hurts, from head to toe, body feeling like one of a broken doll. He closes his eyes, pushes up with a grunt, arms trembling with the effort. He is one walking - almost walking - bruise, covered in sand and scratches.

Opening his eyes again is an effort, and there is fear there, because this is not home, it is definitely not Cabeswater, and it's possible his world is gone - and everyone in it, too. The thought is like the Unmaker carving into his stomach from the inside out, breaking him apart piece by piece.

Kerah! The sound makes him look up immediately, his heart lurching when he sees Chainsaw flying down in lazy circles until she lands in front of him. But it's not - soon enough, she's startled talking to him, and explaining the situation, where he is. His world is dying, but not quite dead yet. Time to get that fixed, then.

He looks down at Chainsaw - no, Chainsawd, she's a daemon, not his actual bird, and grits his teeth. There is sand in his mouth.]

Do you even know where I can get some fucking water around here?

[He feels like he's been walking for hours, but maybe - maybe time is a different construct in this forest, like in Cabeswater. This place is definitely different from home, and the trees, as he walks through them with Chainsawd on his shoulder, feel taller than they should be, hiding the sunlight more, the canopy too thick. Maybe it's just Ronan, for once not entirely feeling at home in a forest. Like he's a foreign entity in a world made for someone else.

He wonders if he can still dream, here.

He can't really stop to check, not right now when he's alone, vulnerable and somewhere without any protection. Someone could just easily slit his throat while he's not paying attention.

There's a campfire, a few yards away, and Ronan isn't - he isn't much of a sociable creature, or nice, but maybe whoever lit that fire can give him some information, or at least, a match. Sometimes, you just gotta suck it up, and put on your best Gansey smile.]

Hi. How'd you get that fire started?

[There. Polite, concise, etc etc. Totally not abrupt.]

[Throw me anything!]