It's a really good thing Zelos could come up with a plan that didn't require them splitting up, because the rush of anxiety that brought about in Lloyd was capable of causing his heart to miss a beat, stopping his breath before he was able to check himself again. Splitting up is a terrible idea, always, and has never done anyone any good unless in groups of three or larger.

But it's fine. That's not going to happen. Instead, Lloyd takes a deep breath and nods, allowing the reminder that his family is being held captive push anger beyond whatever stress the idea of splitting up gave him. This isn't about him right now, he'll be fine, they'll all be fine, just a standard rescue mission and then tearing this place to pieces, not giving anyone a chance to get the jump on them again like this. Just guard Malos, keep him safe, and help his family get out of their captivity. Nothing to worry about.

"Alright," Lloyd says, setting a determined edge to his gaze, tightening the grip on his swords. "Can do!"