[ The other person's speaking to him again. He wants him to sit up? The boy blinks again and... yes, he thinks he can do that. He thinks he remembers how to do that. His body stops trembling as the newcomer offers him something to latch onto, a specific task to attach his consciousness to. Should he nod? Would that be a sufficient response?
If only he could recall how to do so.
Instead, the boy shifts a bit in Ren's arms, carefully laying a palm on the floor. He uses it to brace himself, his own arm shaking a bit at the effort of supporting his own weight. It's strange, working through all the fine motor processes required for an action that he thinks he recalls being automatic. Perhaps he would be frustrated, if he could remember that particular feeling.
He's sitting upright again though leans his weight against Ren. His eyes drift shut again as the room spins, lightheaded, as if he'd stood up too fast. And as he feels the room slowly return to stasis, he manages to croak out another syllable: ]
...where...?
[ Where was he? That seems to be a more important question over "who" was he. ]
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If only he could recall how to do so.
Instead, the boy shifts a bit in Ren's arms, carefully laying a palm on the floor. He uses it to brace himself, his own arm shaking a bit at the effort of supporting his own weight. It's strange, working through all the fine motor processes required for an action that he thinks he recalls being automatic. Perhaps he would be frustrated, if he could remember that particular feeling.
He's sitting upright again though leans his weight against Ren. His eyes drift shut again as the room spins, lightheaded, as if he'd stood up too fast. And as he feels the room slowly return to stasis, he manages to croak out another syllable: ]
...where...?
[ Where was he? That seems to be a more important question over "who" was he. ]