[Look, your chest and abs are distracting. Lance heaves a shallow, ragged breath and looks pensive as he thinks.]

Paleblood Zealots get in your head and do crazy stuff, it's not the same. And I'm even worse at using my blood powers than my other ones.

[Meaning, he's just done his best to run the other way or avoid any paleblood Zealots, he's never tried to counter them. Then he nods in agreement. He needs more than rest, he needs like a week long nap. He starts to push himself up.]

Guess we should get going, then- oof! [Getting up has proven a bit to difficult to do on his own and he falls back against the wall and on his ass.]