[He's wary at first, of taking Izunia's hand, but he does, clings to it for the longest count of ten he's ever had to do. Then, slowly, he eases his grip and dares to swallow again. A moment where he actually has to lean over, heaving briefly. Pain making his head swim and his insides violently rebelling against the idea of motion after mixing so many curatives.]
Not human? [He finally croaks out, slumping back into the chair for a moment before looking over towards the door, judging the distance. He can make that. Surely he can make that.
And he'sdoing his damnedest to push himself up out of the chair and to his feet. Fuck your warnings Izunia. He will move under his own godsdamned power.]
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Not human? [He finally croaks out, slumping back into the chair for a moment before looking over towards the door, judging the distance. He can make that. Surely he can make that.
And he'sdoing his damnedest to push himself up out of the chair and to his feet. Fuck your warnings Izunia. He will move under his own godsdamned power.]