[The skin's a bit sensitized there, sore, like touching a bruise. He frowns a little, fingers twitching automatically in protest, though he doesn't jerk away. Lightning means safety, after all, and that's where he is. Even if they're seemingly out in the middle of nowhere.]
Why is it white like that? [That's when he'll tug his wrist away, lifting it to his face for a closer inspection.]
I don't remember when that happened. Isn't it supposed to be black? [Yep, still out of it... the implication, and what a great implication that would be, is completely lost on him. When he's in a better frame of mind he'll come to know exactly what it means, of course. But for now it's little more than a confusing inconvenience.
He points his hand at a random patch of grass, firing a weak little burst of water.]
[action!]
Why is it white like that? [That's when he'll tug his wrist away, lifting it to his face for a closer inspection.]
I don't remember when that happened. Isn't it supposed to be black? [Yep, still out of it... the implication, and what a great implication that would be, is completely lost on him. When he's in a better frame of mind he'll come to know exactly what it means, of course. But for now it's little more than a confusing inconvenience.
He points his hand at a random patch of grass, firing a weak little burst of water.]
... hm.