[He chuckles at Barry's banter, Lup's jab back. He's fine. See, he's fine. This is why he should never be left alone, he thinks, but shoves it down. Fuck it. He has them. He has everything.]

Oh shut up, I'm keeping up fine. Sorry you wanna go for a fuckin' jog now. Has this not been enough cardio for you?

[He swings out to bump her hip, almost stumbles, holds onto the Umbra Staff tighter. Technically speaking, he feels fine- there's no pain, no aches in his body, like he just woke up from a good night's sleep. But he still feels shaky. Mentally, not the best. That's not the way he usually prefers to brush with death.]

If you carry me I'll bite your head.

[Loving. Absolutely. But as the three of them walk off towards the temple, the tension around him feels like it's lifting.

Maybe they really will be okay.]