[ Ian, for once, does not dream. He sleeps too deeply, skips straight past that light stage of REM and falls into the lowest layer where everything's just black. It's great, it's really good, it means no nightmares of space. It means actual restoration for his body, even if it isn't an entire full 7 or 8 hours it's still better than nothing by far.
It means he wakes up groggy, though. That it takes long seconds for him to blearily crack his eyes open and lift himself up. Takes him a few more to remember where he is, where they are, and as soon as they do he starts shifting - one leg up, shoe scuffing across the floor. ]
Wh- is it a fight- are we running-
[ Mumbled out, raspy-dry voice, groping around for... nothing, because he never actually got around to making himself a crowbar.
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It means he wakes up groggy, though. That it takes long seconds for him to blearily crack his eyes open and lift himself up. Takes him a few more to remember where he is, where they are, and as soon as they do he starts shifting - one leg up, shoe scuffing across the floor. ]
Wh- is it a fight- are we running-
[ Mumbled out, raspy-dry voice, groping around for... nothing, because he never actually got around to making himself a crowbar.
Speaking of which - he holds an arm up.
Not glowing. That's... good? Right? ]
You okay?