It felt like he'd run a mile just now, his breath coming as heavily as if he really had, and it was stupid but he needed to lean on Lee and Flora for support. He shook his head, bewildered.

"That wasn't..." He already had to take another breath. That wasn't a good sign. "It's not supposed to... tire me out. Not like that."

Taking another, deeper breath, he tried to pull away from their support, to stand upright by himself. It was hard. He felt exhausted and his shoulder hurt from ramming it into the door. Still, he wanted to examine the result of their efforts himself. He put a hand against the door and pushed. Something creaked in protest.

"I don't... I don't know what went wrong, but... I think you're right." He closed his eyes for a moment, resisting the urge to lean against the door. Maybe if he just took a moment to rest... No. There's no time. He opened his eyes again. "Maybe I'm... still sick. From whatever happened to me, before I got here. But I don't think I can use... anymore mana right now. We'll have to finish this the... normal way." He took a few more shaky breaths. He was so tired. Then he looked to Flora and Lee.

"Maybe... all three of us together?" He was already leaning, already ready. Maybe one more good shove would be enough to break the door from its hinges.