Once they stepped out of the teleportation circle, Aaron looked absolutely fine—steady on his feet, his breathing even, like he hadn't just been ripped through space itself.
Adeline, on the other hand, staggered forward, her stomach lurching. "How the hell are you all okay?" she groaned, pressing her hand against the nearest wall like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
Aaron barely spared her a glance. "I'm just used to teleporting," he said with a shrug, as if that explained everything.
Adeline tried not to vomit. "Oh, you're used to it. Meanwhile, my insides are still trying to figure out what dimension they're in!"
Layla, hiding a laugh, reached over to gently rub Adeline's back. "Alright, Adeline. Let's get you something to drink before you collapse in the middle of the street."
"I'm not collapsing," Adeline mumbled, then swayed slightly. "Okay, maybe just a little collapsing."
