"Yeah." He knew he was fine now. Or, well. He sort of knew. He kept having to check his hands, to make sure they were all there, or touch his face to make sure it wasn't sagging off of him.

"No idea how long I was out. Long enough that all the water had dried up into stains that stank like hell." His voice went a little quiet. "Prax helped me out. Made me take a shower."