[ Having just been with the Ancestors... it's not as if it's that big a surprise for Kol. He flashes her a grin when she tells him, about to tell her that of course she is, of course, because there's no witch like her in New Orleans, or anywhere else for that matter, but - there she goes again. Concern. ]
I uh- I feel fine. Sitting, at least, I'm not all sure about trying to stand up quite yet.
[ If he were being honest, he's got no clue how he feels aside from alive and vaguely clumsy, a sort of weakness that he figures is probably to be expected. Not that that stops him, once again wiping away Davina's tears, before his hand shifts up to push her hair out of her face. It doesn't really register that he isn't wearing anything aside from the impression that he likes the feeling of her hands on his skin, but either way, self-consciousness just isn't him. ]
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I uh- I feel fine. Sitting, at least, I'm not all sure about trying to stand up quite yet.
[ If he were being honest, he's got no clue how he feels aside from alive and vaguely clumsy, a sort of weakness that he figures is probably to be expected. Not that that stops him, once again wiping away Davina's tears, before his hand shifts up to push her hair out of her face. It doesn't really register that he isn't wearing anything aside from the impression that he likes the feeling of her hands on his skin, but either way, self-consciousness just isn't him. ]