[ The light-headedness catches up to him all at once, and Khoriya lets out a startled boof of sound as his knees give out and he half falls, half collapses onto the elf.
For a moment, he simply lays there on the straw-strewn stable floor, catching his breath... until he feels the feeble shove of hands against his shoulders and turns his head to level Astarion as indignant a look as only a dog can manage. ]
You could have warned me.
[ His heart is pounding in his chest, in sharp contrast to the sluggishness in his veins. With a grunt, Khoriya tries to push himself up to his elbows... and only ends up slumping over half on top of Astarion. Finally, he rolls over, ending up flat on his back with a hiss. The defensive inner beast is bristling and cringing in equals parts, anticipating an attack, snarling at any potential threat, but the exhaustion has settled into his bones and Khoriya finds that he needs a moment, maybe two, to find the strength to rise again. ]
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For a moment, he simply lays there on the straw-strewn stable floor, catching his breath... until he feels the feeble shove of hands against his shoulders and turns his head to level Astarion as indignant a look as only a dog can manage. ]
You could have warned me.
[ His heart is pounding in his chest, in sharp contrast to the sluggishness in his veins. With a grunt, Khoriya tries to push himself up to his elbows... and only ends up slumping over half on top of Astarion. Finally, he rolls over, ending up flat on his back with a hiss. The defensive inner beast is bristling and cringing in equals parts, anticipating an attack, snarling at any potential threat, but the exhaustion has settled into his bones and Khoriya finds that he needs a moment, maybe two, to find the strength to rise again. ]