He struggled back to his feet, half-stumbling for a few paces before his balance recovered. At least as much as it could when his hands were bound and his head was pounding. His pulse was thudding in his ears, practically drowning out all the other noise, but he still managed to hear Finn loud and clear. Like his senses knew what needed to be paid attention to and what could fall away to the background.

It wasn't an uncommon feeling, not really, but Poe couldn't recall ever feeling it so sharply before his connection to the Force had been fully opened.

"Keep leading, my sight's not totally back yet." he managed to get out between breaths, hands catching on Finn's sleeve as Poe made to stay close and keep pace with the other man. Though he felt mildly exhausted from using the Force, he knew he could yet push himself, the adrenaline still in full effect helping with that. Later he might be somewhat useless until he could get some rest, but they would be long gone by then.