illyria is a very inspirational person (godking) wrote in utr_logs,
The sparring had been good. For the first time since he had died in Fred's...no, Illyria's arms...he'd felt something besides an overwhelming numbness. The rush of adrenaline and the ache in his muscles. He felt alive. He was sweating and as exhausted as Faith, if not more, though it was harder to tell than with her, because he didn't need to catch his breath and his pulse wasn't racing. It was still odd to get used to that. There were moments in the fight when he'd forgotten that he had to breathe, and he'd spent a moment trying to catch his breath before he would remember.
He rolled his eyes as Faith spoke, stifling a laugh. In some ways, she was the same girl he'd met years ago. "There's a filter on the tap," he said. "I suppose whoever I replaced was rather environmentally conscious."