[ The next few minutes are a blur alright. Luka does as he's told and closes his eyes, and he wishes with all his might that he could slip back into blissful unconsciousness, but it's not to be. That nauseous, awful feeling crowds into his every cell and sets his brain buzzing, putting him well beyond sleep - to say nothing of the noise and the jostling movement.
For a small miracle, he has nothing left to vomit, though that doesn't stop his body from trying a time or two, but for the most part, he just holds on and blindly trusts Sephiroth to see them both through this safely.
The sudden drop makes his stomach do all sorts of interesting acrobatics, fingers curling tight into whatever pieces of Sephiroth's garb he can reach. It takes a moment or two too long for him to realize that Sephiroth is speaking - and to him no less. ]
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For a small miracle, he has nothing left to vomit, though that doesn't stop his body from trying a time or two, but for the most part, he just holds on and blindly trusts Sephiroth to see them both through this safely.
The sudden drop makes his stomach do all sorts of interesting acrobatics, fingers curling tight into whatever pieces of Sephiroth's garb he can reach. It takes a moment or two too long for him to realize that Sephiroth is speaking - and to him no less. ]
... No worse'n when you found me.
[ That's probably good? ]
How much further?