[At least awake he has more of his bearings, but that cold burn that continues to spread up his arm and down his neck almost makes him use it.]
Just—stay there—
[He hates it, but he pulls back his hand away from now.]
It's—different from—just—ugh!
[Another pained groan as he clutches his arm before he makes a drastic move and suddenly uses his own dreamotion and shoves it against the frost forming on his arm.]
no subject
[At least awake he has more of his bearings, but that cold burn that continues to spread up his arm and down his neck almost makes him use it.]
Just—stay there—
[He hates it, but he pulls back his hand away from now.]
It's—different from—just—ugh!
[Another pained groan as he clutches his arm before he makes a drastic move and suddenly uses his own dreamotion and shoves it against the frost forming on his arm.]