[He nods at Ford's ideas, already making his way towards the staircase. His gait is more than a bit awkward, despite his best efforts, the stiffening in his legs only worsening at this point. Hopefully they can find something before his arms start locking up as well...]

Sounds like a good idea. And if we can't find anything up there, we know we covered all of our bases, at the very least. I hope it doesn't come to that, though.

[There's a brief pause as he glances back over towards the other man, a concerned crease in his brow.]

How are you holding up, by the way? In terms of, ah...

[He falters for a second, wondering how to describe it. Dollification? Turning into a toy?? He gestures a bit at his plastic sword and then to his legs, where a bit of matte bisque porcelain peaks out from the hem of his pants cuff.]

... this?

[... A+ description, Syaoran, good job!!]