[ His voice draws their confused attention, doing what they can to keep their eyes all the way open. Who is this again...? Given the nature of their species, their memory can get a little fuzzy when they're not completely whole. ]
You're that sheep guy. [ Now that they're sitting up, they rub at one of their eyes. That's right. Giorno, or something like that. ] ...But I don't need to be healed. I just need to find my limbs and reattach them.
[ As if to articulate this, they look across the beach at the other landed boats, remembering distantly that they'd directed the people chaperoning their other body parts to either leave them in the boats or take them to their house, given they knew where Cairngorm lived. ]
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You're that sheep guy. [ Now that they're sitting up, they rub at one of their eyes. That's right. Giorno, or something like that. ] ...But I don't need to be healed. I just need to find my limbs and reattach them.
[ As if to articulate this, they look across the beach at the other landed boats, remembering distantly that they'd directed the people chaperoning their other body parts to either leave them in the boats or take them to their house, given they knew where Cairngorm lived. ]