the nausea that had hit them all of a sudden was very alike what had first happened back when they had awakened in this strange world they were still trying to get used to. as far as they understood now it had something to do with the connection of their existence to the world but fushi didn’t fully understand it. either way, with the passing of time the nausea had lessened and it had been a bit since they had last experienced anything like it despite having regained control of their powers. which also obviously meant that the discomfort they were feeling right now didn’t actually belong to them.
following the sensation they had been brought to a young male laying sprawled on the ground seemingly without conscience. judging from what fushi had felt from him, he had probably tried to use some kind of power recklessly, branding him a fool. but who were they to judge. while at first considering just leaving him alone, fushi had eventually opted for bringing him a bottle of water to drink upon waking up.
upon their return they could immediately feel the sensation that had otherwise started to lessen return and a slight wince was visible on their face. “you’re awake,” they stated, not as a question but as a fact. “there are better places to take a nap than on the ground you know.” fushi reached a hand forward to hand over the bottle. “here. drink this. and please don’t try to do anything reckless again. it hurts.”
ah, so much for being left alone. head still pounding, morgan winces again as he moves his arm to see who’d spoken, sunlight filtering through the foliage and directly into his face. his blurred vision focuses long enough to make out a container -- what on earth was it made of? it was not like the flasks he’d ever seen... -- filled with water being offered to him.
he laughs lightly at that. there was no denying the ground wasn’t exactly the best place to pass out. ❝ you don’t say, ❞ he says. his mood has lightened, from sour to sunny just like that, and he sits up slowly. morgan doesn’t say it but... they remind him of his mother. that dry humor.
he takes the bottle a little shakily. ❝ i swear i wasn’t planning on hurting myself on purpose, ❞ he mumbles. this time. no attempts at jogging his memory via book... today. ❝ i just wanted to see if i could still use magic... even a little. i’m pretty useless without it, honestly. ❞ swordsmanship had always been lucina’s strong suit. morgan on the other hand considered himself lucky to even be able to lift a sword, never mind use it effectively.
he takes a swig from the bottle and sighs; the water is cool and does wonders for his headache. ❝ ahhh... thank you for this, ❞ he says with a smile, lifting the bottle. ❝ i appreciate the help. and the uh... warning. ❞ he straightens in his seat, tilting his head to one side inquisitively. ❝ have you been here long? do you know if it’ll go away? er, the pain, that is. ❞
