Con tried, but failed to push himself up from the basins edge. Since it seemed like Signy wouldn't be needing it soon, he thought resting comfortably was the better plan.
"Oh no, absolutely nothing special about being something no one thought could exist, and surviving a process that killed about half the people who went through it... twice"
Conlan felt his stomach rumble, and wondered how he could be hungry and nauseous at the same time. As Signy moved to get up, Conlan decided sliding down to the floor was a good plan. He contemplated passing out, but didn't want to burden Signy, he was just drunk, she was dealing with being mostly metaphysically impossible.