[He's never been good at lying still, and though he still feels weak, the pins and needles are receeding. He holds up his hands and examines his arms, awed at the lack of any marks. In fact, the only one he feels is down on his belly, where Jezebel jabbed the prod in for the last time. It's slightly scorched and stings when he touches it, but it's the only sign that anything happened. In fact, he's taken more outward damage from the ropes than the electricity.]