( It's probably clear he's a patient. First off, he's wearing the donated clothing they've been dressing the rescued Summoned in, all a size too big and slightly baggy on his slender frame, but also... he just looks like he belongs in a hospital bed. Eyes bruised with shadows, cheekbones a little too prominent, still-healing lesions bandaged with gauze in spots along his arms — even one taped to the side of his neck. He looks slightly less like shit than he did on that snow-covered mountain, but not by much.
They're letting him walk around today though, which is nice. He's spent the better part of two-three days lying down, and without a book to occupy him it was getting a little boring. Today, he makes short circuits through the halls at an ambling pace, his gait a little more wobbly than usual. He's gotten good at running on the prosthetic in the last year or so, but he's stiff today.
He doesn't really intend to talk to her. Socializing with humans isn't really his area, and meeting new people is even further down that list, but it—
happens, that thing he's been working with Istredd to try and repress. His powers, it seems, are coming back full-force now that he's out of the pit, and he's assaulted with a memory that hurts so badly, he actually loses balance and staggers into the wall before his good knee buckles.
He probably wouldn't have, were it any other memory. He probably wouldn't have, if he weren't so familiar with the feeling himself. When he finally surfaces from it, his eyes are shining wet and he sucks down breath like he's breaching after diving too deep. )
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They're letting him walk around today though, which is nice. He's spent the better part of two-three days lying down, and without a book to occupy him it was getting a little boring. Today, he makes short circuits through the halls at an ambling pace, his gait a little more wobbly than usual. He's gotten good at running on the prosthetic in the last year or so, but he's stiff today.
He doesn't really intend to talk to her. Socializing with humans isn't really his area, and meeting new people is even further down that list, but it—
happens, that thing he's been working with Istredd to try and repress. His powers, it seems, are coming back full-force now that he's out of the pit, and he's assaulted with a memory that hurts so badly, he actually loses balance and staggers into the wall before his good knee buckles.
He probably wouldn't have, were it any other memory. He probably wouldn't have, if he weren't so familiar with the feeling himself. When he finally surfaces from it, his eyes are shining wet and he sucks down breath like he's breaching after diving too deep. )