Skulduggery was feeling a little more in control of things when Landel announced food over the intercom, thanks to Sora. That faded very quickly when he realized, as his nurse guided him gently down through the Sun Room, that the strange feeling in his gut from earlier had been hunger.

He wasn't even sure if he could remember how to eat food. It seemed pretty self-explanatory, but then, so did walking. Was digestion an automatic process? God, he hoped it was. Skulduggery delayed the inevitable by leaving a message on the bulletin board Sora told him about, and then allowing his nurse to chatter away aimlessly while she picked out food for him.

When Skulduggery was alone again, he sat slowly back in the chair, trying to gage exactly how his sense of balance was different now that he had more mass. His head, Skulduggery realized, was about twice as heavy as it used to be, throwing him off a lot more than it really should have. That would be the addition of the brain. And speaking of the brain, his organs. They just sat there and were, apart from keeping him alive, utterly useless. Skulduggery had forgotten how fragile they were. He never thought he would miss the empty space in his ribcage so much.

He looked down at the food, trying to remember what his favorites had been from when he was alive. He'd always liked tea, hadn't he? Tea was probably a safe bet. Skulduggery lifted the mug to his lips and took a sip.

It wasn't bad. It wasn't hot, either, as far as he could tell, but there was something wrong with it. The liquid swished around the large and awkward tongue for a moment - bringing with it a pleasant taste Skulduggery remembered from centuries ago - before he finally understood what was wrong with that taste.

Swallowing. He'd completely forgotten how to swallow.

[Waiting on a noir detective, I believe...?]