Jin Ling's eyes slowly flicker open, his irises move to look around at the unfamiliar and darkened room and sit up the bed. A groans escapes his lips as he clutched his head— feeling a sharp stab of pain.

"You're awake? That's great."

Jin Ling flinched at the voice, only to snap his head at the side— a Wen. He was...already staring at him, the void in his eyes filled with soft concern and worry.