[Mikleo manages to stand on his own, but since Sorey's so close, he'll lean on him a little, less for support and more to just remind himself that Sorey's here. He's nice and warm, too, when the rest of Mikleo feels terribly cold. At least he's slowly getting his breathing back to normal.]

It's not fun, I can tell you that much.

[He tiptoes the fingers of his free hand down to Sorey's, gently sliding down his wrist as if asking permission to hold his hand. Just being close to someone definitely has an effect on how he feels, but he's not sure if it's because of their personal bond or because of the way this strange world works.]

Since when have I commanded you to do anything? Or rather, since when have you ever listened?

[He sounds half-exasperated, but he's really just glad to have Sorey around.]

We should look for the fields. That's the last thing I remember before I ended up in that forest.