"Rory," he replies. "Rory Williams."

He runs a hand through his hair, dust flopping a light cloud around him, that he waves away with the same hand.

He shuts his eyes, then opens them again, nodding in response to this information. "Conscious. Conscious is good. I can stay with them - I'm a nurse. I help in the sickbay.

"But - er. You'll need someone with you if you're going to go off for a bit."

Buddy systems are important, Caspian.