[ badou squeezes his visible eye shut, trying to stave off an oncoming headache. he appreciates her concern, to be honest — especially considering how so many seemed quite willing to write off his injuries — but her yelling is starting to pound against his forehead, and he isn't sure if that's a good sign or not. ]

The sun, uh... it's behind me. [ he struggles to remember as much of his surroundings as he could; now that his eye is shut, he's hesitant to open it again. ] The trees were tall, and I'm in a clearing. I think there might have been a river to my left.

[ he pauses for a moment, his breathing evening out. ]

Hey, [ when he speaks again, his tone is level, calm. his eye cracks open a sliver. when her brow crinkles like that, she looks even younger than he thought. ]

I ain't going anywhere, okay? I'll be right here when ya get to me, so... so don't worry so much. It looks worse than it is.