Zephyr tries to get up. He can't, not really, not without applying more force than is safe. He could probably hit X from here, but he--

He can't. He can't do that.

Has that happened before.

Laughter comes before anything else, something bitter and self-deprecating and wildly out of control. Zephyr thumps his head against the floor as though to drive dragon and laughter alike out of him. "Well," he says, "I sure didn't help them."