[Woozy, woozy. Unsteady. He barely manages to keep on his swaying feet, and it's fortunate that Rhy moves forward to support him, or else the sorcerer might have actually toppled over face-first into the ground.
It's only when Rhy is directly in front of him that his eyes manage to focus on the young man, face pinched into a frown.]
It's like... [He struggles to find the words. To form them in a coherent way, leaving him only with simple descriptions falling off his tongue.] All of the energy's been drained from me. Like I haven't slept in a week.
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It's only when Rhy is directly in front of him that his eyes manage to focus on the young man, face pinched into a frown.]
It's like... [He struggles to find the words. To form them in a coherent way, leaving him only with simple descriptions falling off his tongue.] All of the energy's been drained from me. Like I haven't slept in a week.