[ Matt takes Paul's hand in relief. The small point of contact seems to be all he needs to steady himself, and both (bare) feet land quickly on the dirt floor. He wiggles his toes in the earth, pulling a curious moue. ]

I don't think I remember it. Or at least, it wasn't any more unpleasant than getting hacked apart with a flaming sword ...?

[ Matt glances to Paul's face, realizing he may have said too much. He lets go of his hand. ]

Ah, but I know what you mean. Abel touched my shard awhile back, and it was--deeply weird.