[When the flailing stops, Zidane wonders if that was it... or maybe it became too much. Oh... shit, he probably should've thought about that. He might need to find a doctor, or did they have a white mage somewhere? Healer? Could anyone heal?]
[But then, he blinks at the sound of his name and tuns his head back. He grins at the sight of yellow being gone.]
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[But then, he blinks at the sound of his name and tuns his head back. He grins at the sight of yellow being gone.]
Hey, Ken. How're you feeling?