Though the voice was unfamiliar, something about it was soothing enough that it helped ease the panic he felt as he drifted slowly towards wakefulness.

"I..."

His lips seemed leaden, as if he had been frozen in ice for some indeterminate period of time, though his body did not feel cold... if anything, what he felt was more of a strange floating sensation.

"Almost an hour, kupo," Frieda was quick to supply. "I was starting to wonder if he was ever going to wake up." Her furry face wrinkled slightly in worry as she hovered around his prone form. "Do you think he's all right?"