[ It doesn't take a clinician to see that Arthur's chest rises and falls with the normal rhythm of respiration, possibly more pronounced now that he's brought attention to it. It feels a bit like everyone in the room is aware of it-- save, of course, the corgi that trots back into the kitchen, happy and panting from its one-dog relay. Pancake stands by Arthur's feet-- which isn't far from sitting by Arthur's feet, save that the thought, perhaps, hasn't occurred just yet-- as if used to being near. ]

You were fine otherwise? With the exception of missing necessary bodily functions, you were functional- able to retain memories, count, spell, maintain balance, etcetera?