"Good, you're awake. How are you feeling?" said Yang Qing to the rising Bolin, who looked to be just about getting his bearings. He seemed slightly out of it, looking groggy and disoriented as he glanced around.
"I am..." Bolin groggily said before pausing as he started feeling himself all over to confirm that he was whole. He sighed in huge relief when he found that his limbs were still attached to his body. He'd had a nasty dream where he was being chased around the Green Fog Swamp without limbs, forced to rely on his tongue to make his escape.
