[ By the time Morrigan approaches, his eye has at least adjusted more to the light. He removes his hand almost blearily as she sighs, but it's followed with a laugh. His voice is weak and soft because of how the heaviness of his death still sits in his chest, but he's hoping that'll go away with time. ]

Well, that goes for both of us, at least. I didn't actually think that I would live, mind you, but...

[ He trails off there, since that's not quite something he's ready to get into. Break shifts to start to stand, and it provides a convenient way for him to change subjects as he groans lightly with effort. ]

—But thank you. You do me more—