[Mat makes a noise that's supposed to be a gruff laugh. It sounds more like a strangled cough.]
S'dark magic. Just like before.
[He can remember curling in on himself like this inside of a haystack, the only protection from the rain. The same sick feeling, the same foul mood, the same exhaustion. And he'd coughed something up awful then, too. At least blood is familiar. Blood exists in his body naturally.
One step up, he supposes.]
Feel like shit.
[This, too, is familiar. Rand had been with him last time, worried and helpless and holding him in the night when he'd shake and sweat.]
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S'dark magic. Just like before.
[He can remember curling in on himself like this inside of a haystack, the only protection from the rain. The same sick feeling, the same foul mood, the same exhaustion. And he'd coughed something up awful then, too. At least blood is familiar. Blood exists in his body naturally.
One step up, he supposes.]
Feel like shit.
[This, too, is familiar. Rand had been with him last time, worried and helpless and holding him in the night when he'd shake and sweat.]