"Well start imaginin' because that's what happened." He let out a weak laugh at himself, but it died off. "I'm--there's something wrong with my legs. I can't--there, it's--shit-- yes!" He grabbed Anders's hand with long, thin, scratchy fingers that were swiftly being covered by tiny scales. He managed to bunch his coils against the exposed roots jutting out of the gully and with some elbow grease, enough of him was topside to realize that something was very very wrong.

He wasn't paralyzed. He couldn't be because he felt-- the world walker's eyes darted to the gold bangle that was snugly circled around his wrist.

"Aw hell."