Without hesitation, Sora takes the offered hand to help himself off the floor. He's forgetting his phone, which he'd dropped when he saw Jamie, but he can always get it later.

"Ice cream... Yeah, that sounds good." It probably wouldn't be the healthiest thing to put into his stomach after having not eaten for who knows how long, but at least it would be a comfort.

Though their hands disconnect as Jamie begins moving out to the main living space of the penthouse, Sora remains close, like his shadow. He doesn't want to be too far from him again. Not so soon, anyway. Of course, this means that when Jamie freezes, Sora bumps into him, though not hard. A very gentle collision. "Wha-- Oh."

The expression on Jamie's face as he asks his questions is somewhat curious, but Sora decides to answer before inquiring about it. "Like... Really tight. Like squeezing. Like I can't breathe and my whole existence is being squashed to the size of a pin. Kinda like that... Oh, not anymore though, I mean right now it's just... Sore. But when I woke up it was like that, and maybe also before?"

He leans closer to Jamie suddenly, almost too near his face to study his expression better, concerned. "What's up?"