[Noctis lifts a hand to press it against his forehead, feeling his temperature. He's no doctor, but it seems normal enough, besides the excess heat from being buried for so long. Since he kicked off the blankets a little bit ago, he doesn't notice any alarming signs.]
Nah, I'm good.
[He leans back on the cot, getting some leverage, aaand oop! Up he goes, wincing, and starts up the motions of doing a series of stretches, favouring one leg. The downside of sleeping is always the getting-up part.]
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Nah, I'm good.
[He leans back on the cot, getting some leverage, aaand oop! Up he goes, wincing, and starts up the motions of doing a series of stretches, favouring one leg. The downside of sleeping is always the getting-up part.]