You’ve got a quicker and easier way to dull pain? [Likewise, his rebuttal isn’t particularly sharp, but impulsive, unleashed wit. He unconsciously rolls his shoulder. He really wishes he had something to rest it on, damn.]

Plus, if I’ve learned anything in the last hour, only a fool would try to go around by himself.

[He shrugs his arm out of his duster sleeve and hangs his elbow in the armhole, sighing at last. Better. Not perfect. But better for now.]

But right you are. Let’s take a look.

[Cid strolls straight out the front door into the blazing beat of the sun, high in the sky. He instantly starts sweating and moving towards the meager shade of the overhangs.]

I don’t even know where we are. Absolutely none of this looks familiar. [But he can’t even picture what familiar might look like, and stops as the headache makes the heat nauseating.]