Liu's world became white hot. Where his body collided with the wall, much like the time he probed the forest from its mouth, his entire body came apart, phalanges rebounding from the wood and landing in another corner entirely, clattering across the ground like spilled marbles. His forearm bones flew out of his sleeves and ricocheted against the adjacent wall, spinning before bouncing off the ground and bouncing near the table. His leg bones jerked his pant leg and folded it in half, the cloth collapsing, and his shirt became a misshapen lump of fabric with the ends of ribs pushing bumps into its surface. Even his skull bounced off the back wall and rolled under the table while his jaw was left behind half way, spinning for a moment before coming to a silent rest like the rest of his members. 

His vision was set to white, he could hear nothing but the sound of several tones -- melodic each but combined into chaos in his soul. His entire body was wreathed in a profound feeling, indistinguishable between hot and cold, dull enough that it could not be called pain but nothing else could be felt, and for the first time in a very long time, he could smell. It was the smell of green-leaf volatiles; it smelled like a grass field cleared for agriculture or a wheat field being harvested. He could only recline in the feeling. In the initial moment he had no clue if it was lessening but he could tell by the gradual dimming, the rapid fading of the smell, and the decline of the noise that in moments he would be back on line, but for now all is white and sound.

Actions:
1. Convalesce