Dominique stirred slightly in his sleep, his face vaguely showing off a look of discomfort. He was oblivious to the girl getting closer, oblivious to the whipping of the wind outside, and oblivious to the world around him. Instead, he was busy elsewhere- his mind was plagued with dreams of scorched villages, of burning cathedrals and wounded men. Scenes deemed as alien as they were familiar hammered about in his mind, constant reminders of a past that had him sent into exile. It was one that he had long written out of the annals of his memory. But even now did such a past haunt him.
His eyes slowly opened to form slits. Already, slight discomfort plagued them. They revealed the girl standing above him, looking down upon him in his little fortress of uneasy rest. He wasn't dead, so... no point in freaking out? He cleared his throat a little. Grog filled his throat and mouth as he slowly stirred, examining the cave. The last days worth of history returned to him. "Gah..." he exclaimed, slowly starting to stand. The shield, despite his mastery over it, was wholly cumbersome when trying to get back to his feet. "See we're still living. No beasts threatened us in our sleep..." He didn't seem overly hopeful, despite his optimistic phrasing.
Getting to his feet, he looked the girl up and down. It was barely noticeable, any amount of sand on her, and he couldn't care all that much if she decided to brave the sand. She was braver than he to try. "Are we well? No issues in the storm?" He could only guess that it still raged on. An annoyance- but hopefully they might be able to pull through. The sooner he was out of here, the better. Claustrophobia had long since developed after all this time in the great open of the dunes.