He blinked up at the relief on her face, feeling even more disoriented from that than coming back from a stopped heart. More than anything, he wanted to sink back into that very void. His body hurt, his chest hurt, and worse, he couldn't escape everything he'd done and felt those six months.

Daniel had been with Sobek long enough and intimately enough to know what he was thinking. The look on Vala's face was something he could never pull off. Or at least, that's what he was hoping for. The System Lord had proven himself disturbingly adept at using his body as a weapon, and his mannerisms, so why not Vala? But he would have figured the Crocodile God to have a look of arrogance and triumph plastered all over that mouth if it was him, along with the darker twisting need for rending and tearing that had lurked in them both for months.

He didn't think he saw it in Vala. Why would Sobek need him alive or moving quickly? He should have all the time in the world. Daniel fumbled at obeying. He turned his hands towards gripping the sarcophagus edge, clumsily pulling up himself and slowly, out. That was where his control faltered. Daniel ended up barely clearing the device in something that was more of an uncontrolled stagger. The ornate train and gold that clung to his hips weren't helping.

"You're you?" Daniel asked, voice small and hoarse.