[It takes a moment, the feeling in Owen’s limbs always being one of the last things to come back, but he manages to at least push himself upright. He can’t do much more just yet, still feeling too uncoordinated and weak, but at least he’s not just sprawled out on his back.]
…Hah. How long were you willing to wait? You don’t know anything about how my magic works, right? Were you going to be here all night?
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…Hah. How long were you willing to wait? You don’t know anything about how my magic works, right? Were you going to be here all night?