...Ah, I see. [He does now. What a nuisance these wings were. Well, he refuses to just let these ridiculous wings dictate him, so what is he going to do? Try and sit up. It's a bad idea, he doesn't care. He'll be sitting up momentarily, wincing at every bit of pain he felt from moving. He presses his hand onto the ground to keep himself from laying back down again.
It'll pass, just give it some time and it'll pass.]
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It'll pass, just give it some time and it'll pass.]