Firion hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep until he heard Tidus' voice and even then, he wasn't sure if he was even awake or not. He opened his eyes slightly, regarding the brightness and the ice around him before making a small, weak sound as he closed his eyes. But then he heard, "Hello! Rosebud?! Where are you!" and his eyes opened again. That nickname would, indeed, never die. And Tidus truly was calling him.

Looking around to take stock of his condition, he noticed that he was still under that ledge, curled up beneath his cape. It provided some warmth, hence how he'd curled up in it as he slept. Though he honestly still couldn't remember falling asleep. He hoped he hadn't been asleep for too long. Groaning, he moved his hands to push himself up. His muscles were having a hard time cooperating as they were stiff and cold. He pushed himself to his knees, wetting his mouth and lips that were far too dry to speak properly. "Tidus?" He called, it was weak but it echoed slightly.

He grabbed the ledge and pulled himself up the rest of the way, "Ugh..." His legs were not happy with him, but he ignored the pain in favor of his friends.