[IV pulls his head away to look back down at the stream, his coat still hanging in his grasp and dripping water on the ground. After that explosive chaos, the calming flow of water soothes the apprehension in his chest.]
I'll be fine.
[He can at least admit that he isn't fine right now. At this point, he's had ample time to recover, but dread has a habit of lingering – as does paranoia.]
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I'll be fine.
[He can at least admit that he isn't fine right now. At this point, he's had ample time to recover, but dread has a habit of lingering – as does paranoia.]
You're really not hurt, right?