Zelos breathes in deeply, holds the air in his aching lungs, and shakily releases it. How the fuck is he still awake, honestly. It's kind of like a miracle. Being moved around like a doll is a little bit weird, but Zelos is too exhausted right now to care too much, so he focuses his energy in trying to hold onto his driver a little better to keep them both steady.

He wheezes a little laugh at Sheena's comment, though. "'Scuse me, princess," he mumbles, leaning his entire weight against her in some kind of petty revenge. "Sorry ether's literally my lifeblood. 'n' that I use that to fight 'n' heal. My baaaaaaad."

Geez, that was weak, but. Whatever, though. Zelos is a little too tired right now, focusing on staying awake and aware, to try for anything more biting or creative, but at least his voice is tilted upwards in that sarcastic and bitchy tone he's hoping will carry across the whining joke.