Another string of profanity in Tevene hisses out before he shifts to settle his feet on the floor. Standing likely isn't a good idea, but he tries anyway, gripping the top edge of the bunk. A dark cloud overtakes his vision and he sits down again heavily, breathing hard. What the fuck had they hit him with? Not magic, or the lyrium in his skin would likely be tingling. Whatever it was, it's clearly effective - too effective. He'll have to be very careful.

Fingers dig into the thin sheet of the bed as he clenches his jaw for a moment, trying to will away the last bits of cloudiness in his vision.

"We have to get out of here."