[Lightheaded is certainly a word. When Mayoi comes back up for air, pulling away at Tighnari's gentle insistence, there's a rush in his ears and the feeling of all that silvery blood making a home under his skin. It settles in much the same way the finality of all this does. He feels different, but not in a drastic way. It's subtle, and he notices it every time he turns his head or moves his fingers.]
[He breathes in sharp, but nods his head. Taking the seat with Tighnari's permission. He just kind of stares, blinking, at everything almost like he's seeing the room again for the first time.]
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[He breathes in sharp, but nods his head. Taking the seat with Tighnari's permission. He just kind of stares, blinking, at everything almost like he's seeing the room again for the first time.]
...The taste was unexpected.