Sitting on the ground is uncomfortable. He's naked and swiftly cooling off with the stone floor underneath him. But the effort it would take to get to his feet seems too much, right now.

"What?" His throat is sore, a stabbing pain in it when he swallows too hard. Heine winces and folds himself more tightly in the towel, not wanting Jade to see him. Despite the pain, though, it feels strange now not having anything in his mouth or—fuck, what the hell.

"I'm getting up." Slowly, but he's getting up. Heine still can't look fully at Jade, but the lingering effects of the creature's slick make him less confrontational about the cause of the event than he otherwise would be.