[Where Rhy feels revitalized, the opposite happens to Stephen. It's as though something's latched on; the comparison of a snake sinking its fangs into him is an apt one, biting, draining, a sensation that feels paradoxically languid, yet utterly sudden.
It's as if warmth and energy are draining from him, siphoned away. He feels weakened, foggy, his other hand outstretching to brace itself against the wall, else he go tumbling to the ground. Somehow, he manages to wheeze out-]
Rhy? What're...
[Is he doing this? How? Why? Stephen's brain strains to dredge up an answer to this unexpected problem, but coherent thought jumbles in his mind, doesn't even make it out of his mouth. He only manages to grip his shoulder harder.]
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It's as if warmth and energy are draining from him, siphoned away. He feels weakened, foggy, his other hand outstretching to brace itself against the wall, else he go tumbling to the ground. Somehow, he manages to wheeze out-]
Rhy? What're...
[Is he doing this? How? Why? Stephen's brain strains to dredge up an answer to this unexpected problem, but coherent thought jumbles in his mind, doesn't even make it out of his mouth. He only manages to grip his shoulder harder.]