Duskfire Glacier when it hurts this good, you gotta play it twice

Was it all a dream? Did he really fail that miserably? No, he couldn't have let himself mess up but something hurt. Rye looked around confused, seeing nothing but forest and the immense fog surrounding him. The pain strengthened and so did his confusion. Ryes search intensified, adamant to find what was troubling him so deeply. "Why?" A sudden voice whispered in his ear.
Rye jolted awake, his tawny eyes once hidden by closed lids quickly revealed themselves to the suns blinding glare. A low groan emitted from the male as he lackadaisically moved his head to shield his eyes from the light. While he gazed into the distance with half lidded eyes he could just barely make out a dark, blurry figure approaching him. A series of fast blinks washed the fuzz from his eyes and revealed to him, Lane. She held a medkit in her maw. Rye shoved himself up with his good shoulder, a painful endeavor but one that he thought would be necessary; or at least helpful in the long run. 
"Hey, Lane." He rasped, throat dryer than sand. Rye swallowed hard in attempt to dampen the back of his throat but it did next to nothing. The hotah decided to keep his silence until he approached.