(The pen (or keyboard) is mightier than the sword, for the<br/>pen can slay emotions. I made myself feel things! It doesn't help that each of my characters is a manifestation of part of myself!)<br/><br/>Artair just lays there, crying to himself. He hasn't had a chance to just let it all out since he was shrunk, or since he lost his arm. He hadn't realised what a big deal getting shrunk was... He was listing off more that would never be able to happen to him in his head. "I-I think I'm gonna step outside to get a little fresh air," he says quietly as he gets up and walks towards the mouth of the cave. He looks around carefully, then takes a few steps and sits down again.<br/><br/>Of course, it then starts to rain.<br/><br/>At first, Artair pays no heed to the water droplets falling around him, but then one hits him square in the chest. It was roughly the size of a small boulder compared to him, and he cries out in pain as it hits him. He hurriedly scrambles to his feet and turns around, but the rain pelts him mercilessly. He is forced down to his knees by the powerful drops, then collapses altogether, face-down in the mud, whimpering pitifully.<br/><br/><br/>Muir gasps as he returns to life, looking around hurriedly before settling down. "Thanks," he says gruffly.