Just to prove he's not imagining this. That it really is... what it is, that it's keyed to height.
Up--
This time he endures it, willing his head to stop spinning, demanding his body to stop feeling things seesaw under him.
No such luck.
He climbs down, a slow numbness creeping in where nausea was before. As soon as he's on the ground, he walks a few steps into the woods, scrapes a clear patch with one boot, and throws up. Poe stays there, bent over, staring at the ground without seeing it.
Tell Jyn you're all right, he thinks. Tell her you're sorry if you upset her. She climbed up there to help you, Poe, talk to her.
"I..." He sways, and backs away from the vomit so he doesn't fall into it. Kicks dirt and leaves over the mess the way his father taught him when they were camping and Poe ate underripe berries. "Sorry, I."
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Just to prove he's not imagining this. That it really is... what it is, that it's keyed to height.
Up--
This time he endures it, willing his head to stop spinning, demanding his body to stop feeling things seesaw under him.
No such luck.
He climbs down, a slow numbness creeping in where nausea was before. As soon as he's on the ground, he walks a few steps into the woods, scrapes a clear patch with one boot, and throws up. Poe stays there, bent over, staring at the ground without seeing it.
Tell Jyn you're all right, he thinks. Tell her you're sorry if you upset her. She climbed up there to help you, Poe, talk to her.
"I..." He sways, and backs away from the vomit so he doesn't fall into it. Kicks dirt and leaves over the mess the way his father taught him when they were camping and Poe ate underripe berries. "Sorry, I."