With a cough, the smoke in your lungs escapes from your mouth, twirling above you in the air. You watch it with heavy eyes.

The room around you feels hazy, and your body feels like it’s sinking into Ruhns bed beneath your body. Your mind is calm, and your limbs feel heavy yet light.

You close your eyes, letting the warmth wash over you in comforting waves.

“You okay?” Ruhn asks from beside you, the mirthroot still burning between his fingers.

You open your eyes to look at him, suddenly feeling enraptured in the way the lights glint off his piercings.