He was sore, and after a moment he realized he had a headache. The world blurred to focus, dark and flickering in the light of the sputtering, abandoned torch. Sitting up – too fast, as the world spinning really did kinda hurt – he paused, catching sight of Sabin from the corner of his eye. It wasn’t much of a clue, but it was more than the cave floor under his fingers.

A piece of magicite rested by his hand, and he reached for the shard spontaneously... perplexed. He always kept Ramuh tucked away, safe in the amulet pouch beneath his shirt...