I'm moving again when I regain consciousness, and my first thought is that the Inves have somehow put together enough sentience to attempt to take me... somewhere.

Then I feel a familiar rough texture against my cheek, and opening my eyes, I look up at the profile of Takatora's helmet.

He's carrying me, and I'd almost think about appreciating it, if I didn't know exactly how much he was going to yell at me about this, and I'm already not in the mood for it, plus my head is killing me.

I realize my hand is still reflexively closed over the grip of my bow, and I'm thankful for that. I would have been awfully annoyed with myself if I had lost it, it's one of the few things I have kept from home.

I groan softly, mostly so Takatora knows I'm awake. I'm sure he's just going to carry me right back out into the tower, and I allow myself a second to be glad that I managed to fix the sensors before the attack.