[The poking paw stirs him, and he rolls into a slow sit with a soft groan. He's so tired of the stupid magic of this place. As eloquent as he held himself previously, he sure looks pensive and shaken now.
Hm, maybe he really is just thirteen years old.] I know him. [Because if he's anything, it's stubborn, and he isn't going to so casually accept his father's one-time almost full death.]
He's here... [He runs his hand back through his hair to organize it, then he glances at the cat.] My father.
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Hm, maybe he really is just thirteen years old.] I know him. [Because if he's anything, it's stubborn, and he isn't going to so casually accept his father's one-time almost full death.]
He's here... [He runs his hand back through his hair to organize it, then he glances at the cat.] My father.