Liir felt...

Yesterday, as much as spending time with Amber had been lovely, he'd done something he knew he shouldn't have and now the Unnamed God was taking his Very Specifically Named revenge upon the inside of his skull.

It was still ridiculous, beyond lightweight into featherweight into simply pathetic, but that didn't make it go away. As such, while the door was propped open just a sliver so the room didn't get stuffy and make things even worse, Liir was mostly face down on his bed trying to push the pain away like he did for other things. Unfortunately, when it was in his head, his focus was shot to the point where such a plan of action was not a viable solution. Dammit.

[door open, post open]