[Taako insists he can walk, and Lup scolds him for babying him, but Barry doesn't care, doesn't listen, doesn't let go. Even if it ends up being mostly for his own sake, having to keep Taako close for a while. They all need a little support right now.

The elf doesn't push away. Barry holds him steady, clutching his hand.]

Y-Yeah, bud. Y'were killin' it back there.

[Got you killed. Not going to say that. Keep it light, let him have his jokes. If that's what Taako needs in order to process this, Barry doesn't mind giving it to him.]

Just, uh... m-maybe wait for backup next time, alright? If y'die, how're y'gonna lord it over e-everybody else afterwards, huh? [He chuckles, weakly, and it honestly still sounds like he's crying.]

Take it from a lich, ain't easy t'give out autographs wh-when you're dead.