Sometimes it seems like a miracle to Azwel, too--despite his studies, he's yet to truly wrap his brain around some of it, especially all the machines. He's not complaining, though.

At the other's words, he smiles slightly, shaking his head. "I was, but... I fear I don't remember much of the expedition. Something... attacked me. Attacked my mind. All I remember is... flashes. A terrible panic-fear. And when I came round again, I was here, in this hospital."

Oh, look, a distraction! "Are those chrysanthemums? They're lovely. Does this mean the winter is truly gone?"