"Glad you're both all right." Dimi sighs, momentarily pushing past the fact that neither one looks completely as they should. He rubs the his temples. "No blood. Although I do have a splitting headache. It might have something to do with how we found ourselves here?"

He looks up at the ornery oak, exasperated with the day's events already, "Neither of you knows what's going on at all, right? It sounds like a small army of people is coming this way, at least, so I'm sure I can get us some answers eventually."