[ He can walk by himself now, at least, even if Sypha is hovering close just in case. He's not entirely steady, and he needs to feel ahead to double check that things actually are where he sees them, but he's not in too much danger of falling and injuring himself more badly.
He's quiet, almost sheepish, when he enters, carefully taking a seat. Sypha is brighter, with a strained smile, pretending that this is all normal. ]
Fucking knock to the head giving me fucking weird dreams.
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He's quiet, almost sheepish, when he enters, carefully taking a seat. Sypha is brighter, with a strained smile, pretending that this is all normal. ]
Fucking knock to the head giving me fucking weird dreams.
[ He says, as if that explains everything. ]