Luke let out a faint noise as he was swept up into D's arms, reaching up to hold onto his shoulder -- more out of an instinctual need for comfort against his rapidly spinning head than anything else. He wasn't sure if D had taken too much, or if whatever side effects from his bite were making things worse, but he was worried just "sleeping it off" wasn't going to help much.
What was more... he could feel a pull coming from the Force, a faint feeling like if he just allowed it to guide him along into a meditative sleep, then everything would be fine. He had read about similar sensations in the scant few records he had been able to find; some kind of "healing trance" that helped a Jedi recover from injury. He'd never attempted it himself before, but with how he was feeling now, it didn't seem like he would have a choice in the matter.
A faint mumble escaped from him, trying to warn D, to let him know that whatever happened to him next probably was going to be weird and unusual, and there probably wasn't much he was going to be able to do to stop it until the Force decided he was alright. His tongue felt too big for his mouth, however, and even as he tried to make words come out of his throat, they just did not want to make it very far past that.
By the time D set him down on his bedding, he had drifted off, a faint sigh escaping from him as he drifted in the Force. Ah well... he was sure someone would be able to tell D what was going on, even if he couldn't.
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What was more... he could feel a pull coming from the Force, a faint feeling like if he just allowed it to guide him along into a meditative sleep, then everything would be fine. He had read about similar sensations in the scant few records he had been able to find; some kind of "healing trance" that helped a Jedi recover from injury. He'd never attempted it himself before, but with how he was feeling now, it didn't seem like he would have a choice in the matter.
A faint mumble escaped from him, trying to warn D, to let him know that whatever happened to him next probably was going to be weird and unusual, and there probably wasn't much he was going to be able to do to stop it until the Force decided he was alright. His tongue felt too big for his mouth, however, and even as he tried to make words come out of his throat, they just did not want to make it very far past that.
By the time D set him down on his bedding, he had drifted off, a faint sigh escaping from him as he drifted in the Force. Ah well... he was sure someone would be able to tell D what was going on, even if he couldn't.