The room is tiny. There are no amenities or even essentials. It is just an empty area carved of ice. There’s no way to stand up it is so slick. Morty has already tried about twenty times by now. Each time all he gets is a pain from the fall and a reprimand from Rick. So now he just sits there. He leans heavily back against the icy wall. But even ‘relaxing’ and ‘letting it go’ as Rick says to do doesn’t help. Shivers rack his body and he curls inward to try and conserve heat. He draws his legs to his chest and wraps his arms around them. Still, the shivering is violent and uncontrollable.
“H-Hey, Rick.” Morty’s brows dig far down on his forehead and his eyes are only half open, destroying an angry effect that might have been possible otherwise. Now he simply looks exhausted and miserable. “Why…why did we even come to this d-dumb dimension anyw-way?” He breathes out heavily, his breath crystallizing in front of him.