It's one thing to not need breath. That's old news. But it's disconcerting to try and inhale and the lungs won't expand on account of being frozen. And no breath means no proper speech. So after a few raspy failed attempts, he finally gives up on that and just concentrates on everything else. Things closer to the surface.

Fingers continue to twitch and jerk, and soon are moving more fluid. Unseen in his boots, toes are doing the same. Eyelids are finally able to blink and do so deliberately. Portions of his face twitch and scrunch, testing out mobility there as well.

He tries to move an arm a little too soon, though, the joints still too stiff to move without a great deal of discomfort, prompting another hoarse sound before giving up. Okay, maybe later.