[He isn't sure he could rush even if he wanted to, honestly. He should be fine. His vessel is repaired, his wounds have healed, he's already made it home. But it doesn't feel... right. Not yet. Maybe it's just in his head, but his body feels heavy, his thoughts sluggish. (The glitching arm isn't helping.) With rest, he hopes, it will go away, but... for this, he'll just have to do the best he can.]
Okay. I'll put the tea on, and I'll see you soon.
[The least he can do is put on something more than a bathrobe.]
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Okay. I'll put the tea on, and I'll see you soon.
[The least he can do is put on something more than a bathrobe.]