"Your head is very heavy, sir," Calibri said, by means of retort, and it was a rare show of humor and wit that was not acidic, for once. After a moment, with the blood rushing back into his extremities, he managed to stand up to full height on his own, and gradually, the strange discomfort faded, as did his frustration. It was replaced with a clearly awkward embarrassment, judging from the way the second-in-command kept his head down even as he pushed his glasses up, looking at their feet. "I'm all right now, though."