[ The question sounds like permission to move — or at least, that's the way Maine takes it. He stands up at once, willing himself to move slow enough that it doesn't look like he's lunging. Once he's on his feet, he cracks his neck. Rolls his shoulders. Buys a few seconds to breathe.
He's not stuck. He's slow, but he's not stuck. He can move. He'll be fine.
When Maine looks at Ephemera again, he nods once. Seeing it now will make it easier to spot once it's hanging in someone's room in the Volary. Besides, he's curious. ]
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He's not stuck. He's slow, but he's not stuck. He can move. He'll be fine.
When Maine looks at Ephemera again, he nods once. Seeing it now will make it easier to spot once it's hanging in someone's room in the Volary. Besides, he's curious. ]