"I-I..." Hear that sound? It's like the needle on a record screeching off its track. And it's all mental.

Hallucinations do not haul you up off the ground. They don't feel this solid, and they certainly don't smell like Marlboro cigarettes and sandalwood.

For his own part, Drake is markedly... heavier than he was before. Just a bit, but it's noticeable. His frame is denser, as though he's aged since Haven, although he's in just as good of condition as back then.

Maybe even a little better.

"...I'm renting a small house that way," he manages, pointing feebly, because even he knows they shouldn't linger out here.