Trowa inhales slightly, his eyes widening infinitesimally, and for a moment that's it -- one might be forgiven for thinking that his body is still frozen and uninhabited.



And then his gaze lifts.

(Just for the slightest instance, this body too was a disorienting change, and that was blankly and horribly unsettling -- and then everything snapped back into place, and he knows every muscle and shift of balance again.)

"Thank you," he says, quietly.