[ Relief so powerful it nearly drains the strength from Nen's legs washes over them when he stirs. When he talks and acts just like he would if it were any other day, albeit with far more fatigue than he'd ever feel under normal circumstances. The air all but whooshes out of Nen's lungs as they close their eyes briefly--then open then again, and move to help him sit up.
He's cold to the touch. ]
I am glad you were able to rest. How do you feel...?
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He's cold to the touch. ]
I am glad you were able to rest. How do you feel...?