[ Yi Sang doesn't think Hong Lu would actually do that, but he's exasperated anyways. ]

Please refrain from dragging me across the floor.

[ The droning hum from the theater exhibit fades away, alleviating most of his headache. Cautiously, he opens his eyes halfway, blinking several times as his pupils adjust to the new lighting. He rubs one of them with the back of his hand while considering the other's inquiry. ]

Yes, much better. My head is clearer, and the squall gathering within my stomach appears to have quelled for now. You have my thanks.

[ He glances up at his current companion, tired irises meeting Hong Lu's mismatched ones. ]

You may set me on my feet again. I believe I am presently capable of standing.