( The advice lands, at least: though not immediate, there comes. after a few moments, a sign of his arm more pointedly twitching; then, movement.
He takes it slow, every muscle an ache, but gradually his brain is realizing he's... not actually injured, somehow. He seems to start to try to push himself up onto an elbow, so he's at least not talking from the ground. )
... Who are... you?
( He doesn't seem defensive or afraid, or anything; he just seems to finally realize there's more company here than his tangibly bad decisions. )
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He takes it slow, every muscle an ache, but gradually his brain is realizing he's... not actually injured, somehow. He seems to start to try to push himself up onto an elbow, so he's at least not talking from the ground. )
... Who are... you?
( He doesn't seem defensive or afraid, or anything; he just seems to finally realize there's more company here than his tangibly bad decisions. )