"Whzzzmngh." Dimitri blinks. Oh it's Dedue. Dedue is fuzzy for some reason. Dimitri lifts a leaden hand and brushes his knuckles against Dedue's cheek, confirming that it is in fact his own eyes refusing to focus and not that Dedue is dissolving. Or something. "Hi. 'm fine. I was just resti-ing -- oh."

The world lurches again when he levers himself up, and shapes spiral in around his vision. His balance sways, and he freezes to keep from toppling over.