[He is starting to sound like he's been running, though he is trying very hard to ignore it, to pretend it isn't happening. But that's distracting him from little things like paying attention to what he's saying.]
It's... f...fine. I'm fine.
['Wrong again.' And as if to prove herself right, the collar constricts again, enough that the halfling is starting to feel light headed, and he wavers where he's sitting, looking like he might tip over all too soon.]
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[He is starting to sound like he's been running, though he is trying very hard to ignore it, to pretend it isn't happening. But that's distracting him from little things like paying attention to what he's saying.]
It's... f...fine. I'm fine.
['Wrong again.' And as if to prove herself right, the collar constricts again, enough that the halfling is starting to feel light headed, and he wavers where he's sitting, looking like he might tip over all too soon.]