What was Hux babbling about now? He’d been staring up at the sky for a moment. Now he was rolling his head toward Hux. “I don’t want to get up.” He was too heavy. Even his legs felt like they could sink into the ground. “You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my boss.” He giggled deliriously.
But Hux wouldn’t let up. He felt his shoulders shake. That was ...good, right? That he could still feel? He remembered how he’d felt on Exegol, after bringing Rey back to life. There had been nothing. Emptiness. But here, he just felt cold as though all the blood had left him. But feeling something meant he was still alive. Maybe that dramatic little quip had been for nothing.
Somehow, he pulled himself up. Between using the tree and Hux for balance, he was on his feet and even walking. His legs weren’t quite working right, like they were already asleep. Traitors. Hux was talking but he couldn’t hear. He felt sick but he swallowed the vile down before it could reach his mouth. At some point, he recognized solid floor under his feet. Had he been leaning on Hux the whole time? He tried to stand on his own, wobbled and nearly fell. Eventually, his body ended up somewhere firm and warm. He didn’t know where he was but he could sense Hux nearby still. And worry. Wasn’t that sweet? “Where are we?” Inside, that much he could tell. He blinked, his vision clearing long enough for him to see where they were.
Somewhere with four walls and a door. That was good. Fuck, he had to sit down. Or just rest into this convenient wall. “You should call the others.” He was going to be useless like this. At least until his strength returned. “I’ll be fine here.”