(( Lokuuuuriiii, could you post in outcast please? i'm kinda waiting on you. And aye, it does. For british people. :P ))
Cyr chuckled as he was turned over by Niola. A smirk on his face as he felt he could finally relax. He was more happy that the voices and visions were ceasing their current course in their head - perhaps another merge into the one finished the job.
Spitting some grass from his mouth, he suddenly felt himself lifted up by a cushion of air. Grunting as pain seared through his body from the movements. Though he beared it. He smiled a warm smile at the girl currently keeping his body afloat.
"Niola... Thank you." He said.
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