[ He weakly holds his hand up to indicate that he doesn't need any help. Shifting painfully, he draws himself up to a half sitting position.
Sweat pours down his face, down his neck, but he is up. Flamebringer breathes out slow; he pauses to look at the space in front of him. His Arts are distant to him still, and that is probably for the best, but he still expected to be breathing a little fire from the effort. ]
See? Up.
[ Earlier, he did have someone help him sit all the way up and pour water down his throat. He really did have difficulties moving then, but he also felt like being difficult for no reason. To someone who sees him as a useful tool, he should at least show that the "praise" is worth it. ]
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[ He weakly holds his hand up to indicate that he doesn't need any help. Shifting painfully, he draws himself up to a half sitting position.
Sweat pours down his face, down his neck, but he is up. Flamebringer breathes out slow; he pauses to look at the space in front of him. His Arts are distant to him still, and that is probably for the best, but he still expected to be breathing a little fire from the effort. ]
See? Up.
[ Earlier, he did have someone help him sit all the way up and pour water down his throat. He really did have difficulties moving then, but he also felt like being difficult for no reason. To someone who sees him as a useful tool, he should at least show that the "praise" is worth it. ]