Asha was fairly certain she didn't mean why was she on the floor, but what else could it be. He considered her with an almost bemused look until with a crashing, pounding, skull crushing headache the answer to her confusion and his own was tossed into his mind and a frown chased away his bemusement. "I don't suppose you mean the floor..." He started slowly. "But I do believe it has something to do with the rings." The hastily bought simple bands that were echoed on each of their hands. That didn't seem right to Asha. He hadn't worn his wedding band in years.

Before she could question it further thought Tala brought her head into her hands. The sight truly pitiful despite Asha's own headache. He moved toward her, eyes full of worry. If what he remembered was right, she was still his wife and it was his place to try and take care of her. "Where does it hurt?" He asked gently, almost as if approaching a doe in a forest. Worry creased his brow as he wondered if she had woken up with a headache like his, or if she had it her head on the floor when she had fallen.