[He shakes his head lightly, accepting the wings. He's pull Flandre onto his lap if he hadn't a injury on his thigh from the arrow Hungary shot]

I couldn't do anything. Speak or move my limbs. When I tried to, it was only in my mind, it seemed and Soraoto would find amusement in it.

They feel heavy, even now, but I think that's because I need to rest some more and possibly eat. Soraoto didn't eat much while he was here.