[ Sylvain gives a low groan of relief as his ankles are freed. Stretching them and finally rolling off his aching knees. His body protests the move, having been positioned in it too long.
It doesn’t really occur to him to complain, though, not when exhaustion is already starting to weigh him down. Maybe another one of the effects of whatever he’d been given, now that his body had been sated. For the time being, anyway. ]
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It doesn’t really occur to him to complain, though, not when exhaustion is already starting to weigh him down. Maybe another one of the effects of whatever he’d been given, now that his body had been sated. For the time being, anyway. ]
Don’t wanna move…