Merritt, too, sucks in a deep breath, eyes blinking open. It takes him a moment to focus, for a kind of haze to fade from his vision as he blinks at the ceiling. The soreness he felt in his head remains - and more besides, his whole body feeling like he's taken a beating. He aches enough that Dylan's warning comes before he even tries to move, and he relaxes again, just humming an acknowledgement of that.

There's still the faint feeling of Ben's magic in the air - but stronger, drowning it out, is the four of them, and if he wasn't theirs and they weren't his, it might be overwhelming. It still almost is, in fact, though not in any negative way.