[Sleeping. There's another thing he misses. Nights are indescribably boring right now.
Zelos rises to his feet easily enough and rolls his shoulders in preparation for another fight, even though not one single muscle in his arms feels stiff. Force of habit, probably, combined with the knowledge that just because he can't feel the stiffness anymore doesn't mean stretching out his muscles isn't still a good idea. He reaches instinctively for the dagger at his belt, remembers he doesn't have it anymore -- where is it, on the ground somewhere? -- and takes a ready stance, facing Yuan.
He's a bit more accurate about his direction this time, and not just because of the sound of Yuan's voice. Orientating toward mana doesn't require consciously knowing where the mana is.]
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Zelos rises to his feet easily enough and rolls his shoulders in preparation for another fight, even though not one single muscle in his arms feels stiff. Force of habit, probably, combined with the knowledge that just because he can't feel the stiffness anymore doesn't mean stretching out his muscles isn't still a good idea. He reaches instinctively for the dagger at his belt, remembers he doesn't have it anymore -- where is it, on the ground somewhere? -- and takes a ready stance, facing Yuan.
He's a bit more accurate about his direction this time, and not just because of the sound of Yuan's voice. Orientating toward mana doesn't require consciously knowing where the mana is.]