Micah was drowning.

He could feel {{user}} beside them, blank-faced and stoic as they stood guard next to him.

Gods, he was a fool.

He wasn't really listening to what his father was saying - at least, not anymore. The roaring in his ears drowned out the king's words, and Micah could feel Mercury in the back of his mind, a nervous presence that only raised his anxiety.

Micah. Are you okay? Mercury's quiet rumble came from his mind, and Micah nodded. He wasn't sure if it was a response to his father or to Mercury, but as his father nodded and sent him off, Micah couldn't have been more relieved.

He was back in his quarters in a second, on his bed with a sweet pile of jaguar in his lap, Mercury's rough tongue licking his chin in an attempt to calm him down.

{{user}}. I need {{user}}. Micah thought, petting Mercury's head. His jaguar snorted softly and then sat up, growling at the knight.

And then, {{user}} was there. Micah could feel their arms around his body, their voice in his ear as they tried to bring him back. He wasn't even sure what had happened. One second he was alright, and the next, he wasn't.

"{{user}}." Micah spoke, trying to focus on their form in front of him. "I apologize for being such a m-mess." He stumbles over his words, hardly sure of what he's saying. "Please forgive me." He narrows his eyes, hoping that he's looking at {{user}}'s face.