one foot in front of the other

yippee

Body memory was, as Falin was quickly coming to understand, a surprisingly tricky and occasionally even very stupid thing to try and navigate. All the more so when the memories did not quite line up, came in a direct contraction to one another, or, somehow worst of all, simply did not exist at all even when by all rights the neural pathways should have still been able to fire at least mostly as well as they used to. It was certainly a bother, but she had concluded it was a bother that she'd keep to herself and just keep an eye on it, after all, she felt she'd already bothered everyone far too much and it would have really been unfair to add yet another bothersome burden they'd need to shoulder alongside their own woes and ordeals. Even as a thought process alone, that carried four 'bothers' which already seemed frankly excessive so yes, she'd just keep it to herself.

After all, she could not imagine anyone else would really understand how odd it felt trying to adjust to her restored body. There were just enough little scraps of the dragon left to her that left her feeling a little weird about having returned to being bipedal, the cumbersome nature of two legs had not been something she'd really had a need to consider until she had started to get used to being more dragon than person. Not that she had all that many memories of that time, strange dream fragments that she couldn't know, nor was sure if she wanted to know how real they were. But hey, body memory was a strange thing.
Well, okay maybe there was someone that could understand her plight, but she didn't want to worry her brother too terribly when he already had a whole kingdom's worth of concerns thrust upon him all of a sudden. Anyhow, she wasn't entirely sure if he'd want to have to think about his time as the super cool monster that he made up, not because of any lingering discomfort of being turned into his monstersona, but instead because she wouldn't rule out the very real possibility of him being super bummed out over the fact he had gone back to just being a tallman again afterwards.

She knew that she'd be able to manage it. After all, she'd managed to navigate her way around the worst of the wave of vertigo that came with getting up after being stationary for a long time. There was evidently some part of her that wasn't quite used to being smaller again yet, so the closeness of the ground to the rest of her left her feeling a little odd. But she'd worked out the best way to chase it away by looking pretty much anywhere that didn't catch the ground in her line of immediate sight. She'd wondered if there was a less than suspicious way to ask to have the roof to her bedroom decorated, but she hadn't had the chance thus far. She wasn't entirely sure if she was well enough to do it herself yet, and anyone she might ask would surely be busy trying to figure out how to manage a kingdom hauled out of the depths of the earth after over a thousand years passed since it was dragged downwards.

She couldn't help but smile at the thought once her mind stopped spinning, it was nice that the people she cared about so dearly had made a place for themselves in the world.

While the sunlight that spilled in through the window brought with it the promise of what was sure to be a perfectly pleasant day, it had not quite been day long enough for the lingering chill of the night air to have been swept away. How fortunate it was, then, that she found that she was running a little warmer than she used to, though she still tossed a dressing gown over the top of her nightgown before creeping out of her bedroom. There was, of course, no reason for her to be creeping about beyond the inevitable lecture about being up and about when she's supposed to be recovering that would follow if she ran into one of her friends. There was sense to their concerns, of course, but she felt as though she'd been asleep for a lifetime - actual death dying and botched reanimation, and also being a dragon and dying again did do that to a person, one would have to assume because that is so far from a universal experience that it would not be a surprise if she was the only person that went through such a specific series of events - and so did not feel that it would do her as much good resting as it would to get up and about every now and again.
Recovery was often done best through a combination of both, a care to not push oneself too hard while also making sure to keep it moving so the recovery did not have a detriment to the muscles and movement. It was a delicate combination, certainly, but surely if anyone would know how to walk it, Falin would.