[ perle doesn’t feel like talking, to extend that point. barely comes to image at all beyond a puffed up wisp of feathers and squinting eyes more than ready to rest even when they’ve only just started. it’s a different kind of fatigue that plagues one’s bones when they return from the ocean, return from death. this would be his third time. it’s not at all smooth, and seems worse than the last two.
he nods after a moment of thinking through the question. it should be simple, and yet!! it’s difficult to form the right words for, like he’s sluggish to answer. ]
I don’t think . . . I want anything else right now.
[ just to rest, remember how to swallow and taste and eat all over again. it sounded like something he should be doing, even when he’s a mixed pot of wanting to talk the day away and sleep all at once. he’s ready to go wherever it is he needs to, but his legs don’t follow. he’ll need jun, because alone it looks like he was too dizzy to keep a straight line. ]
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he nods after a moment of thinking through the question. it should be simple, and yet!! it’s difficult to form the right words for, like he’s sluggish to answer. ]
I don’t think . . . I want anything else right now.
[ just to rest, remember how to swallow and taste and eat all over again. it sounded like something he should be doing, even when he’s a mixed pot of wanting to talk the day away and sleep all at once. he’s ready to go wherever it is he needs to, but his legs don’t follow. he’ll need jun, because alone it looks like he was too dizzy to keep a straight line. ]