Last spark from the ashes

She's burned through the brief spurt of energy, and doesn't resist being plonked back down. She's trying to straighten out her thoughts - she's still human, Hughes is here, Hughes- Hughes saw this. This state. Light, humans just aren't built for this.

"Help?" Blaze sounds outright confused by the word. She rubs at her face, mindful of the glasses when she nudges them. Finally she pins down what's confusing her. "...Why'd you wake me?"

"You showed signs of physiological distress. We... were concerned." Blaze may not (apparently) be thinking straight, but her Ghost has Hughes' back.