[not expecting ray to grab his hair, archer gets yanked down ontop of him with a yelp, then immediately rolls off him and pukes up more water as well as... whatever it is he ate earlier. seems this was enough to pull archer out of whatever he was doing-- he sits up on his knees, shakes his head then stands up proper, though still awkwardly.]
Oh. [he grimaces, leaning down to brush compacted snow off his knees.] I can't feel my... anything. That can't be good. Why the hell are we out here?
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Oh. [he grimaces, leaning down to brush compacted snow off his knees.] I can't feel my... anything. That can't be good. Why the hell are we out here?