I - I mean, I'm not in any pain or anything, and aside from the type of ... stress one feels when in a new environment, I am feeling perfectly fine.

[ this is so weird! dimitri turns to the table once more. he tries to lean his weight into it, both of his hands gripping the edge. this is surely something that would've broken a desk and more besides, a while back, but that's not happening. in fact, dimitri is struggling, until finally, the table shows a bit of promise and a crack appears in the surface.

a very small hairline crack. ]

I guess I don't ... have my strength anymore. [ dimitri says, panting, not knowing what to do with this knowledge. ] Not that it matters - I can still fight, if it comes down to it - but .... it's strange.

[ also: he has to be more careful now, because his recklessness was only possible with the type of strength that he has, but now ... ]