[He's probably the furthest thing from all right now -- exhausted and sore in places that have no business feeling sore. While the hot flames burned away some of the slime, his clothes were still sticky with it, by with fluids and cinders. And that's not even getting into how much they've been torn up, held together just enough to keep him decent, but that's about it.]
[It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, eyes quickly scanning over Lumine. But of course, his priorities aren't himself--]
no subject
[It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, eyes quickly scanning over Lumine. But of course, his priorities aren't himself--]
...are you?