[The wounds on his body stitch back together, the story of rapid speed healing he reconfirm with magic.
And then something crawls under his skin.
Syrlya scrambles backwards, using the edge of the pond for support to push his top half out of the water with a gasp. He scoots away so he doesn't trip in again during back as he catches his breath--] Ow!
[He pinches one of the flowers growing from his neck and plucks it free, staring in bewilderment.] Oh dear.
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And then something crawls under his skin.
Syrlya scrambles backwards, using the edge of the pond for support to push his top half out of the water with a gasp. He scoots away so he doesn't trip in again during back as he catches his breath--] Ow!
[He pinches one of the flowers growing from his neck and plucks it free, staring in bewilderment.] Oh dear.