Cyr took a long, deep breath of silent relif. They were gone, he could rest. His body felt... Hurt, sore - even. Perhaps he charged too much thunder into himself, it certainly felt like it now.
"Nngh... My head is throbbing..." He muttered, chuckling bitterly. He suddenly blinked, realising the voices within his head were fadin... His name was Cyr, not The One. He was human, memories began to swirl back to him as he shoved them from his mind. This wasn't the time, nor the place to have a flashback.
"N-Niola, are you hurt?" He said, getting up weakly, trying to take a few steps towards her - then falling rather patheticly over - faceplanting into the grass. He laughed, I'm such a dolt at times... He continued, though his voice was muffled by his current possition. "I'mfh fhine, by the way."
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