[ Normally it would be nothing to haul Wu back up the stairs—he's light as a feather, honestly, with all those bony limbs and nothing else—but Mako's all stiff, so it takes some maneuvering and glaring until Wu's back on his feet. ] You're not fine, you're turning into a doll. Stay put, don't... touch anything. [ Specifically, those shattered porcelain bits. Knowing their luck, they're probably cursed or something. ]
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