[When he does finally come around, it is no grand thing. Just a gentle stirring, and then a very long, pained groan as the consciousness finally catches up to him.]
...I think I'm officially over having a body, thanks.
[He says it to no one in particular. to himself. He often talks to himself because he has spent for very many eons alone it's just what he does. He doesn't catch Lily nearby until she moves a certain way and the fabric of her clothes catches his eye.]
[He goes very still.]
[What...oh. Oh that's right, the snake got him. Ugh, and after he had dodged what, two? Was trying to do a good turn and catch one of them? But his FUCKING magic failed him. AGAIN.]
[Very tentatively he tries not to make a huge deal out of making absolute sure his soul jam is still where it's supposed to be, and that he is not tied down to the bed or something. This is the Guardian after all, so he shouldn't take chances.]
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...I think I'm officially over having a body, thanks.
[He says it to no one in particular. to himself. He often talks to himself because he has spent for very many eons alone it's just what he does. He doesn't catch Lily nearby until she moves a certain way and the fabric of her clothes catches his eye.]
[He goes very still.]
[What...oh. Oh that's right, the snake got him. Ugh, and after he had dodged what, two? Was trying to do a good turn and catch one of them? But his FUCKING magic failed him. AGAIN.]
[Very tentatively he tries not to make a huge deal out of making absolute sure his soul jam is still where it's supposed to be, and that he is not tied down to the bed or something. This is the Guardian after all, so he shouldn't take chances.]