[ dextera exhales another pathetic puff of breath, but when someone tells him to get up under possible threat of violence, he’ll get up. wincing, he rolls to push himself to sit on his knees. ]
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[ now that he’s up, he feels worse—emotionally, at least. the muscles in his stomach already feel a little sore. his resistance to so many things were washed away in the rebirth, and he’s realizing that now.
his head is down, but he glances at rovan from under his matted bangs. ]
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[ now that he’s up, he feels worse—emotionally, at least. the muscles in his stomach already feel a little sore. his resistance to so many things were washed away in the rebirth, and he’s realizing that now.
his head is down, but he glances at rovan from under his matted bangs. ]