'There has to be a Skill I can acquire and train in this state...' thought Will, staring down at his nonexistent hands in his dissociated form. He couldn't see his hands, but he could feel them like a phantom sense. And when he brought them together, a cool, slightly damp sensation akin to touching a refrigerated gel packet permeated his imperceptible palms.
With his body sleeping nearby, nestled between Andrika and Madeen with Ohta faking sleep atop him, Will drifted over to the nearby hearth. The fire had died down, but there was still a fair amount of heat radiating from the charred, black, ash-cracked logs within.
'I can feel heat and cold...' noted Will, his invisible brows furrowing as he surmised, 'And the fact I'm able to see and maintain my sense of balance implies I have functioning visual, vestibular, and proprioceptive systems. I must have a body of some kind—it just lacks substance...'
