"What's the best birthday present you've ever gotten?" she tries, when it doesn't work.
"Can't remember because you've gotten really monotonous presents or can't remember because you're woozy?"
"Edarial." Charge? No - "Edarial, wake up, wake up -" She squeezes his hand, nudges his side, it'll hurt like mad but maybe it'll startle him into consciousness -
Berathyme volunteers, nudging her binder, "I am still here, he is alive -"
Her eyes go white.
"Oh thank fuck."
She jostles him again while the spell builds. "Edarial. Edarial it's midnight please don't be comatose it's going to be okay if you can just wake up -"
The spell goes off. Her eyes go dark and the room is plunged into deeper darkness than before.
She could kiss him. She's not going to, she has enough presence of mind to suspect it would be somewhere between awkward and disastrous, but it crosses her mind and she notes it for processing later. "Oh thank goodness."
"I fixed your head. We divvied up the rest of it - you're doing the rest of you and my leg, I'm wall-walking us both, you're casting the perception spell - the old version so I can tell more details about what's going on - on me so you don't have to look at naked people. Though you could make revisions to the plan now you're not concussed."