It wasn't danger, not a call to drive him outside of his body, but it was a kind of chime – a buzzing in Martin's head that stirred him from his daze. Whatever had been floating around in his mind scattered like kicked-up sand and left him with a strong stirring in his chest, like something forgotten suddenly and urgently remembered.

The rustling sounds he heard not far away impressed the matter, made his heart drum loudly as he hopped over dense overgrowth and swiped low-hanging, half-naked branches and caught his breath short to see Bariyan there. Martin's eyes were big, mouth hung open in unspoken surprise, and the drumming seemed to stop outright.

What was the right word for the feeling, even? If it was just one to describe at all. Nauseous, maybe...that might've been one.