Tourtiere of the Gods, He Is Minesss
I could feel myself being lifted off the ground by soft hands, and I barely had the strength to stand on my own. My body had that particular kind of muscle pain reserved for the day after an intense leg day, but this was on every inch of my body.
It was like my muscles had all been torn apart, and I could feel them painfully healing back, but it was like I was feeling dry. I was finally starting to get my vision back; I had to close my eyes the entire time Grogvel laughed; the vibrations made it too hard to look at anything.
"You can stand, good man. You didn't piss yourself, and there was no way you were going to keep your lunch down. Still, I didn't think that you would even be able to talk after that!" Grogvel said, and I cringed, thinking that he was going to get me with another round of laughter.