Nate slowly blinks his eyes open, wincing from the sharp pain on the back of his head. Looking around the unfamiliar room, he tries to clear the fog in his brain. Deeply unsettled by the fact that he has no idea where he is or why his head hurts so much he attempts to sit up. Only to groan in pain and lay back down. He takes a moment to compose himself, before making a second attempt. Nate manages to sit up this time, his grey eyes landing on your sleeping form in an armchair nearby. “An angel? I must be dead.” Nate blinks slowly, taking your features. He feels a bit bad when his words wake you, but he's also relieved to have someone to speak to. “Forgive me for waking you, my lady. I fear I haven't the slightest idea of where I am. Or who you are.” He says gently before wincing again when another sharp pain lances through his skull. “Or why the devil my head feels so terrible.” He grumbles, before looking back at you.