When Solomon started to rise out of sleep this time, the process was slower but more complete. He still felt groggy, still felt tired, but this time was stronger and more able to actually open his eyes of his own accord. He didn't, at first, because they weren't nearly as important to his measuring the world around him anymore.

The first thing he noticed was that his location had changed. It might have been harder to tell, except that this place was just as warded as the Sanctuary--just in a different fashion. The sigils were hard to miss.

The second thing was when he took his first truly awake breath, he smelled perfume.

"China," he mumbled, stirring again and turning his head toward her. He still didn't need to open his eyes, because he could sense the reaching strings of China's web arcing all over her apartment, but he did anyway simply because it was polite and he was at enough of a disadvantage without denying himself use of his blank gaze as a weapon. "You have me at a disadvantage."

He paused, sensing out more of his immediate surroundings. Like the fact that he was, indeed, covered with a blanket when he hadn't been before. His fingers curled over the edge. It was a construct, one of Vex's constructs. His eyes narrowed. "Whyever would it be a shame for this blanket to fall off?"