He forced his leaden limbs to move, each step an agonizing reminder of his self-imposed decay. Yet, the sheer friction of walking, feeling the cold stone beneath his bare feet instead of shifting through space like a ghost grounded him. It was a humiliating return to mortality, a reality that would become real if he didn't play his card well.
Tyrion out in the open could only manage to keep his outward appearance steady and strong, hiding the violent turbulence raging just beneath his skin. For a fleeting moment, he began to appreciate being overlooked. After being shut in for so long, the sudden resurgence of his outgoing appearance should have drawn immediate eyes, yet the eyes flowed past him as though he were invisible.
