[That is what you get. The kicking stopped and he's slowly, sluggishly, picking himself up and out of the fetal position. He manages to sit forward, one knee bent and the other folded under him, but the room is spinning. He is devoid of his usual glamors save for a rather mediocre blue eye look; concentration wanes and so does the spells. When she peeks in, or he claws the door ajar:]
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[That is what you get. The kicking stopped and he's slowly, sluggishly, picking himself up and out of the fetal position. He manages to sit forward, one knee bent and the other folded under him, but the room is spinning. He is devoid of his usual glamors save for a rather mediocre blue eye look; concentration wanes and so does the spells. When she peeks in, or he claws the door ajar:]
I think I wanna hurl.