[The teen noded, and goes about looking around the room. Very plain... very to his tastes... but the sudden burst of visual intake was dizzying. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to dispel the sudden vertigo. Upon re-opening them he finds the pleasant surprise of a hand being offered to him... he could move again. His heart began racing at the prospect of once more moving around with his own body. He raises his hand to take the strangers, missing a few times before he finally manages to grasp it, and works to pulls himself up. He manages sitting just fine but when it comes to getting to his feet, his knees buckle and tremble and he isn't able to lift himself far off the ground before his underused muscles give out and he falls over. He sits up, panting. He was rather drained after his fight with the Arcoblano, using his illusions as a means of temporarily granting his body movement was out of the question.]
It seems... my stay in captivity... has had more effect on me then I first thought...
[The brings a hand to his face, his trademark smile was still there, but his brows were knit together in irritation]
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It seems... my stay in captivity... has had more effect on me then I first thought...
[The brings a hand to his face, his trademark smile was still there, but his brows were knit together in irritation]