[ The first few nudges don't produce much of a response, but being shaken fortunately does. Groggily K regains consciousness and peers at Savage with a bewildered expression. What in the world...? ]

I was.

[ And he takes in his surroundings as though he doesn't know quite where he is. He does, but his recollection of how he's ended up here is distressingly garbled in a way his memories normally couldn't be; they're not susceptible to the shortcomings associated with purely organic brains. There may be some kind of regular corruption or Trench-flavoured blood corruption at play here, perhaps... ]

I don't know what happened. [ He eventually admits. ] I suddenly felt so tired...

[ And he isn't sure whether it's just Trench being the cursed town that it is or if it may be related to needing proper maintenance, or maybe something else altogether. Giving Savage a vaguely apologetic look, he manages to get his feet back under him with some effort. The impromptu nap possibly helped take some of the edge off his exhaustion, but definitely didn't remedy it — he's having some trouble remaining upright. At least he didn't land in any road muck. He spares a moment to brush off and straighten his clothes. ]

Thanks for looking for me. [ He can't keep the surprise from his tone; he'd never expect that sort of — courtesy? Kindness? — from Savage, at least not directed at himself. And who knows how long he would've been out for if he hadn't been woken up. Maybe he needs to stick close to home for a while. ] Are you— feeling it too? Fatigued?