"Are you okay? You look like you can't breathe or something." The brunette laughed a bit, looking over at the boy. That is not a laughing matter Devina.

[ He holds up a finger patiently. ]
“Holding my – hch! – breath.”
[ Considering his awfully deprecated lungs, it’s not exactly a bright idea; but he’s willing to try anything. This only used to happen when he was younger. ]
