[He can sort of grab things. A hand and a wrist is no problem. It's probably the least of a problem that anything in Gladion's world is right now, honestly, between the urgency and discomfort of his scattered memories and the haze of his interrupted sleep and the horrible, hollow, feeble feeling that's only clawing at him harder once he's turned upright.
He doesn't make it out cleanly or gracefully. His grip on Rindo's hand is tight, but faintly trembling. Silvally leans in to help too, taking his other hand in its beak, and he doesn't step out of the pod so much as let himself be pulled from it. His feet drag over the edge, and fold under him on the roof of the shelter.
His tail does not move with the same feebleness as the rest of him. While he's sitting there, head bowed and eyes closed for a moment, it climbs out of the pod behind him and pours itself down the wall, surging to plant its ends in the soil.]
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Date: 2023-07-04 08:50 pm (UTC)He doesn't make it out cleanly or gracefully. His grip on Rindo's hand is tight, but faintly trembling. Silvally leans in to help too, taking his other hand in its beak, and he doesn't step out of the pod so much as let himself be pulled from it. His feet drag over the edge, and fold under him on the roof of the shelter.
His tail does not move with the same feebleness as the rest of him. While he's sitting there, head bowed and eyes closed for a moment, it climbs out of the pod behind him and pours itself down the wall, surging to plant its ends in the soil.]