[It's a transition in feeling better in steps. The way that she ushers away discomfort and that haze in his mind, the way that clarity starts to cut through everything, enveloping him in sharpness and awareness.
Her touch, though, is still disorienting in ways that he cannot quantify. The very human pulse of his heart beats hard in his chest, even as her forehead touches his, and he lifts his eyes up to look at her. This only seems to make it worse.]
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Her touch, though, is still disorienting in ways that he cannot quantify. The very human pulse of his heart beats hard in his chest, even as her forehead touches his, and he lifts his eyes up to look at her. This only seems to make it worse.]
I think...
[Yes, better. And yet still afflicted.]
I think something is still wrong.