[It takes her about three seconds to decide that no, she does not feel like expending the energy to keep herself upright, thank you very much, and so Summer quickly goes from sitting to sprawled on her back in short order, expending only the willpower strictly necessary to get her staff out of the way before flopping. It's...a strange feeling, she decides, trying to place the sensation buzzing through her body; it's a little bit like feeling faint from hunger and a little bit like aether disruption, and sort of the opposite of holding too much light inside her. That had left her feeling like her body was a cage barely strong enough to keep something horrible in; this feels like she's been hollowed out, scooped empty of something she desperately needs.
It isn't until she hears the sound of her staff clattering clumsily to the rooftop that she realizes her hands are shaking, and her fingers too fumbling to keep their grip.]
Not...hurt, I don't think...
[Just. Just not right. Emptied out. G'raha had mentioned she might not have enough manna yet to sustain her spells. It didn't feel like she'd used too much, but then, she's not exactly used to having limited supplies of potential to draw on, either.]
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It isn't until she hears the sound of her staff clattering clumsily to the rooftop that she realizes her hands are shaking, and her fingers too fumbling to keep their grip.]
Not...hurt, I don't think...
[Just. Just not right. Emptied out. G'raha had mentioned she might not have enough manna yet to sustain her spells. It didn't feel like she'd used too much, but then, she's not exactly used to having limited supplies of potential to draw on, either.]
Just not...
[It doesn't feel right.]
Just tired.