*Malba frowns, attempting to think up a coherent response to this question. It really should not be this fucking difficult. And yet his mind is moving so slowly--everything is moving slowly.* --Feel... everything's so...-- he begins, only to lose hold of that link. Nice. He takes in a shaky breath, struggling to reconnect to the boy's mind. Really takes way too much effort, but yeah.* --... everything's so... heavy... far away. Fucking weird.-- *he finally manages, his 'voice' slow, uncertain.*