[ If it had simply been latches and pins to deal with, the whole thing might have been more normal, and perhaps he wouldn't be all out of sorts. (It's not the kind of disorientation he might receive from something intended to induce sleep - it's something else. It's something else. And it's not fading.)
Jarlaxle's tapping, however, does its job. There's a rush of relief and surprise (and trepidation? fear?) to see a familiar face, enough that it knocks his thoughs awry in a completely different way.
Getting out of the pod is no small feat even for someone of average height. It's only Kimmuriel's relatively clear head that stops him from simply falling out and probably giving himself a concussion, with his luck. He manages to climb down in a way that's only slightly undignified, even if he slips down the rest of the way. ]
Why are you here? I cannot -- do you remember anything?
[ There's an edge to his voice that suggests that he is feeling quite upset about not being able to coherently remember anything that led to his captivity - or Jarlaxle's. ]
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Jarlaxle's tapping, however, does its job. There's a rush of relief and surprise (and trepidation? fear?) to see a familiar face, enough that it knocks his thoughs awry in a completely different way.
Getting out of the pod is no small feat even for someone of average height. It's only Kimmuriel's relatively clear head that stops him from simply falling out and probably giving himself a concussion, with his luck. He manages to climb down in a way that's only slightly undignified, even if he slips down the rest of the way. ]
Why are you here? I cannot -- do you remember anything?
[ There's an edge to his voice that suggests that he is feeling quite upset about not being able to coherently remember anything that led to his captivity - or Jarlaxle's. ]