Val lets out a soft groan of pain as she starts to crawl back into consciousness. Her head feels like someone took a jackhammer to it and the cut on her cheek stings like a son of a bitch.

She peels an eye open slowly, even the dappled light, dim as it is, hurts her head. "Riley?" she manages to mumble out, squinting at the figure above her. Normally, she'd use their magical bond to tell if it was her sister but her current predicament seemed to have drained them near to completion.