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Ukko lays there indefinitely. He doesn’t even see Menta approach. He’s only focused on his legs for a moment, trying to get them to move, that even when she comes and stands in front of him (albeit several yards away), he doesn’t even notice. If he could just move one leg, he will be convinced he’s fine, but he’s proven so far unable. It’s only when she speaks that his entire body jerks to attention and faster than he anticipates, he’s up in a sphinx-like position with his abdomen oddly tense. 

His mouth parts, and waters, and he feels a churn in his stomach. He huffs a few short breaths to try and stop the inevitable but soon everything is spilling out of his mouth faster than he realizes and his mind spins so much that he heaves a second time, spewing whatever might be left in his stomach.

It’s not soon enough to reverse his mental state—he’ll have to ride it out—but in his shock and disregard of the contents of his stomach, he turns to face the golden wolf. Darkened orange eyes widen in surprise as she dances before him, making his stomach turn again and he struggles to keep himself up, vomiting up a little bit more that lingers in his mouth. Unable to taste what’s sitting there, he smacks his lips a few times and tries to shuffle him into a sitting up spot.

“Can you… please stop moving so fast?” he requests, words slurring so much he isn’t sure how clear he is, and glances at her from the corner of his eyes. “Why are you dancing anyway?”