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Alright. Here, let me help.
( She stands, holding a hand out. )
Ah, sorry. Just tryin'a figure out what the issue is.
( It ends in her pulling him up with his legs still limp. The second she lets go, back to the ground. )
Hoo boy, you weren't kidding.
Okay, deep breaths, bud. In, out.
( With a staggering strength, she drags him back to the trunk of the tree, sitting him up. )
Does anything hurt?
What? Hold on, you're gonna need to be a bit more specific. What part?
( It's a shockingly short amount of time between him calling for help, and it actually arriving. )
( The light of her torch makes her obvious before her own form does, quickly rushing to his fallen body before he can even speak. )
Whoa, whoa, what happened?
( Right to business. )
..huh. Are they numb at all?
Nah, you're good. Anyone would be freakin' out. Deep breaths.
Your neck?
( She takes that as an excuse to start manhandling him, looking at his neck to make sure it's alright. )
( She watches as he clearly moves his right arm. )
..seems like everything's alright? You sure you didn't bang your head on the fall, and that's why?
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"All of it!" Sputter. "L... Limbs...!" He's hyperventilating, unable to keep himself still.
Rayman takes the stranger's hand and pulls, but it's like his legs won't even start up. He grunts and pants as he tries to figure out how to use his body. No dice.]
Oh, this is bad...
"A-Ah!" Rayman tenses, feeling a tickling sensation across nerves that don't belong inside of him. "D-Don't do that! Geez!"
He appreciates it, considering that this is one of the worst possible things that could happen to him. Rayman scrambles to get into a good position, but he has absolutely no idea what he's doing. "I... I can't use my body!"
"N-Not really..." Deeeep breaths. In... Out. "I mean, I fell, so THAT hurts, but I didn't break anything..."
⤴️ tries to stand, but is met with an unfamiliar sight. "What am I...?!" Hands lift, dragged down by skin-colored shackles. What happened? What *is* he? What's going on?
"...H... Help! Somebody!"
"I-It's okay..." Deep breaths, Rayman. "Sorry. I-I'm kind of freaking out."
"My limbs?" He can't tell a stranger that he's never had limbs before now! Rayman touches the arm connecting his left hand to his chest. It's extremely weird to feel heat where it doesn't belong, but that's definitely a sensation of touch. "I-I don't think so," he answers.
Inhale... Exhale. Inhale... Exhale. In... Out. In... Out.
"O-Okay..." Gasp. "Umm... It's not really painful anymore... B-But I still can't get up."
"U-Uh..." Stammer... He knows what it is, but he also knows she won't accept that answer as anything less than insanity, so... "M-Maybe...! My neck is...! Oh God, my neck." He bites his lip to keep himself from spilling the beans. He has a *neck*.
