For some time now, the lion had been working on minor movements with Plexus. He was able to slightly maneuver his limbs and rotate his chest, but when trying to get up, he could barely muster the energy. There were multiple times where he tried to persist up and off his bed against the Guru's wished, but only fell on the ground in succession. His attempts were a travesty. To the rest, it appeared that he would need some help before he got back onto his feet, sadly.

After talking with the others (more like reacting to them with facial expressions as his voice was still shot), Romulus figured out that they had assigned a wanderer to help him physically. Given that the rest were gone or too small for the job, Odysseus was given the task. The girl had never been the closest to the lion, but the kingpin appreciated the large xenosmilus when they showed their face around the group. So, on that note, he was glad to accept the help. Romulus could finally feel like he had some purpose when he got back onto his feet.

It would take some time though. With their first session set up for today, the lion was waiting in the guru's sanctuary. His claws were lightly flexing in and out of their sockets impatiently, a new nervous habit he had gained over the time to signal his consciousness to others and himself. He was eager to get started, especially since he was on a path to rescue his family, but was held back by his own physicality. The predicament was rather frustrating.

Soon, though... Soon...

[member=23594]Odysseus.[/member]