It wasn't the soft touch of skin against the rough texture of his face that woke him, nor was it the splash of water that did so. It was the unmistakable of smell of lemongrass and faintest sweetness of something undefinable that had him moaning under his breath. The awareness of pliable, material covered flesh beneath his currently pounding head had his brow tightening as he tried to place where he was and why he heard a voice that sounded at once familiar and terrifying.

It was then that his eyes popped open and he found himself staring up into the concerned eyes of Charlotte. His jaw worked soundlessly for a moment before he croaked out a few words.

"Char? Char...why..what are yo-," he was interuppted by a violent coughing fit, rolling onto his side, a loose fist covering his mouth. Breathing in deeply, he pushed himself up, leaning back against the wall and trying to take an unshaky breath, he quietly requested water and tipped back the glass she handed him downing the liquid fast.

Taking a moment, his eyes closed, he assessed the situation, his hand moving to his forearm as he did. Options were limited at the moment. He most certainly couldn't admit to the reason he had, apparantly, fainted. The current shakiness in his muscles indicated that jumping up and racing from the house to get to the apparation zone wasn't likely. And so, he had one option.

One he hoped she'd buy.

Forcing himself to open his eyes, he caught her concerned gaze and gave a weak smile, his voice weak. "Too many late nights and not enough sleep. I suppose it caught up with me."