The Status System: Strange encounters

The walk back to his dorm was more taxing than he had hoped; he managed to get a room to himself but at the cost of being on the highest floor possible. As he ascended the stairs, he noticed the soft-faced healer of Gourd's legion; he took a deep breath and held it as he continued up the stairs, unable to risk stopping and being unable to move his legs again. His assent must have alerted her to his presence because she turned around even though she was halfway up the stairwell already, Tyr tried his best not to look her in the face, but as she spoke, he broke. "Tyr?" When she announced his name, he looked her in the eyes and froze; it was a mistake he would regret; he felt his muscle already growing comfortable with the inactivity and now would need to be forced to move instead of doing it rhythmically. The woman must have noticed the pain on his face at the feeling of his muscles locking as she then spoke with a worried tone, "Are you okay," When Tyr didn't answer, she did so herself.

"I didn't get a chance to heal you, but I don't need to be able to tell you shouldn't be moving."  Anna's once pleasant voice was now starting to become nauseating for Tyr, "I know, I just needed food." He hoped telling her the truth would get her to at least shut up, but that seemed to be the opposite of what he needed to do; Tyr watched as he placed the two plates of food down on the ground and rushed over to help him, "Why did you have to come down yourself-" As Anna spoke it seemed like she answered her question. However, ever still, she took the plate from Tyr's hands and placed it on one of the stairs, "Come on, I can at least help you up the stairs. Where is your dorm?" Tyr tried to let out a sigh, but a wheeze was the only thing that came from him; at that point, Tyr knew he only had moments of strength left in him before he collapsed, so he took the offer in kind. She took his left arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, offering to carry some of his weight, an action he didn't protest, "My dorm room is on the fifth floor; ill point it out when we get to the top of the stairs." 

Anna's eyes widened as if she wanted to speak, but she decided to get Tyr to his room first; Tyr was thankful that she chose to keep conversation to a minimum and found himself leaning a little too much onto her. He tried to shift himself to take more of his weight off of her, but she seemed to protest the action, "Don't worry, you're lighter than you think." Tyr looked at her and didn't know if he should take that as an insult or not; he thought to himself if he was light or she was putting on a front. He knew he was around one hundred and forty-five pounds, which he thought was a good placement for him since just getting that heavy took him training specifically to build muscle, "Then how much to do you weigh?"

Tyr blurted out what he thought before he could even decide if that was an appropriate question; even in his horrid state, his mind still worked fast, and he thought to himself. "Is that a rude question? I guess women typically don't like to be asked about their weight, but why even is that? Is she going to respond negatively to that question? I don't see why just looking at her, she doesn't seem overweight at all, she seemed slimmer than most, and she's one of the better-looking women here. I'd put her at one twenty because of her above average height and chest, I don't know about her-" Before Tyr could finish his thought, Anna answers the question in kind with no real malaise behind the answer, "My weight fluctuates. Still, generally, I'm around one fifteen or twenty." Tyr spoke again without thinking, "I thought so." This time Tyr just let the words hand without any second thought coming from him, "How much do you weigh?" Tyr answered her question just as she did his, "Between one forty and forty-five." They had made it to the fifth floor at this point and tried to point out his door, and she led him to it, "So I was right, You're light." 

Tyr looked down at Anna and, at the same time, looked up at him, placing their faces closer to each other than they expected. Regardless of the situation of which Tyr thought nothing of, he responded to her, "Is that an Insult?" Tyr continued to stare down at Anna, whose face began turning red, "Uh, no." Tyr inhaled and turned his face away from hers as he reached his door; he took her arm from around her shoulder and placed his back against the door. Anna, at this point, seemed ever redder than before as she stumbled in her words, "I'll go get the plates." Tyr nodded as he watched her rush back down the stairs; he sighed as he noticed he'd forgotten his fatigue until she had left him, and now it fell upon him as if it was waiting for him to remember his pain. 

Tyr struggled to hold himself up, but he refused to be found on the floor by Anna, Tyr felt himself starting to become light-headed, and his body began to shake. As Anna rushed around the corner, somehow caring for all three plates, he felt his heart begin to flutter. She finally reached him as his eyes began to fade, "Here's your's." Tyr did his best to smile at her. "Thank you." As he spoke, he saw Anna's face contort with worry, but before she could talk to Tyr held up his hand, "I'll take care of it myself." Tyr took a deep breath and pushed himself off the wall and opened the door to his dorm, and walked inside, closing the door behind him. Tyr placed his back against his door and slid down, and once he hit the floor, he knew it would be a while before he could stand again, but the relaxing feeling of now being complex helpless calmed his body down enough for him to breathe normally at the very least. 

After a while, he looked down at his plate and just placed it on the kitchen counter, but even that walk was draining his energy; after he laid the food down, he raised his arms above his head in an exaggerated stretching motion. Every possible joint that could be stiff was precisely that, and every muscle involved in the movement sounded like they were practicing tearing themselves apart. Tyr dropped his arms and felt his blood rush through his entire body as if it had stagnated overnight; after his body finally calmed down, his muscles twitched violently, and Tyr just sighed after it passed. Tyr walked towards his dorm room and laid down on his bed, and as he did, another wave of relaxing pain washed over him; it was as if his body was now toying with him, he'd felt all these things before, but after his confrontation with Gourd everything became that much worse.

Tyr rolled over onto his back and raised his right arm to the sky; it looked relatively normal if you excluded the broken spiderweb-like pattern that marked his arm. The scars were smooth to the touch, thanks to him healing them quickly, but the fact that it reminded him of Gourd pissed him off. Tyr dropped his arm and felt his stomach screaming at him to eat something, he'd just been able to get up, and he had not eaten anything for the last however many days; but he just felt too weak to get up and get the food. He cursed himself for not bring the food into his room; he tried to lie to himself and say he was just stupid, but in truth, he felt like he was being exposed to his chaos effect for the last few days, it was that and the constant smell of decay that kept aggravating him. Tyr took a deep breath and shot up, and did his best to race to the kitchen.