[Hurk. Oh dear. Definitely not as clean as a teleportation spell or a portal. Instinctively, he tightens his grip when Rhys staggers-- until he realized what his happening, and promptly releases him.
While possibly scratching the finish.]
Of...course.
[He is trying very hard not to appear weak, and it isn't really working. He takes the time to observe his surroundings, which does a decent job of distracting him from his nausea. It isn't Azeroth -- but there is some sort of beauty about it.
It does, however, make him terribly homesick.]
Rhys? That was your name, yes? Might I ask you a personal question?
no subject
While possibly scratching the finish.]
Of...course.
[He is trying very hard not to appear weak, and it isn't really working. He takes the time to observe his surroundings, which does a decent job of distracting him from his nausea. It isn't Azeroth -- but there is some sort of beauty about it.
It does, however, make him terribly homesick.]
Rhys? That was your name, yes? Might I ask you a personal question?
[He dusts himself off.]