Sheena's. Not high. That's good, yes. Lloyd wishes he could feel more relieved about this fact, but even though he knows what those words mean, he's still pressed down by the fact that he can't fucking control himself and the anxiety that crushes him because of it. The others' words fly past his head, fuzzy as his mind feels, and he just stands for a second, blinking and trying to respond.

"I - no walking," he says, squinting, working past his high. His eyes feel itchy with the remnants of tears he hadn't been able to properly wipe away. "Wings," he adds, not quite noticing the way they fold a little closer to him in response. "I'll be okay."

Weakly, he grabs at Sheena's hand and squeezes it before letting go again. She's alright. That's good, yes.