[Billy lies there quietly for a moment, lost in thought - his magic's gone, drained, dead, is it coming back? Will sleeping help? What does he do now? - but her question snaps him out of it, and he glances over at her, her words making him realize how thirsty he is.]
Ah... yeah. Thanks, actually, that would help. [He swallows hard. Rest. Rest and food and time. It'll come back. It'll come back...] ...A lot.
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Ah... yeah. Thanks, actually, that would help. [He swallows hard. Rest. Rest and food and time. It'll come back. It'll come back...] ...A lot.