[Luke's hand is a warm comfort, especially given how cold Ion's hand still feels. He takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to clear his head. The wounds on his neck were covered now, but they needed to be healed. For all he knew, the reason he couldn't talk was just because of those cuts.]
[And so, despite how tired he still feels, he gives a very small nod and starts trying to sit up so he can try to stand.]
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[And so, despite how tired he still feels, he gives a very small nod and starts trying to sit up so he can try to stand.]