At least the light atmosphere around the campfire makes it a little easier to mask his own emotional exhaustion, but Zelos still has a ways to go before he stabilizes. Hopefully everyone's high spirits will help him copy that onto his mask, but, well--with Sheena here after everything that's just happened he's kind of nervous, so he makes it a point not to make eye contact with his driver.

Still, for now Zelos focuses on the commotion going on around them all and laughs at everyone's antics, flipping his hair back when Malos regards him instead and walking over to get closer. Humans are so silly. Food's irrelevant to a blade and especially to an Aegis, but, hey, it's always better to do things even if just for the social aspect of them anyway. "Sure, I'll give it a shot," Zelos says, reaching over to get a marshmallow. "Hand it over, old man."