[ Yseult isn't actually so preternaturally alert that she feels the pulse speed in his wrist as he wakes. But she senses it somehow, some stirring in the air as he shifts, and her eyes spring open, hand lifted to hover just shy of his shoulder to forestall the sitting up that he's already realizing is a bad idea. ]
Careful, [ she says, voice low, settling her hand lightly on his shoulder once he's flat again ] just lie still for now. You're a bit of a mess, I'm afraid.
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Careful, [ she says, voice low, settling her hand lightly on his shoulder once he's flat again ] just lie still for now. You're a bit of a mess, I'm afraid.