Mithos blinks, startled. "Y- You're welcome," he says. Then he scowls, tries to keep his face more nuetral. Sheena looks... relieved, though. That's good?

Mithos sends a look to Lloyd, who's been sitting on the floor, leaning up against Sheena's bed. The emotion bleed there is all relieved, too, and a little hopeful. And that makes sense, Mithos supposes, that they're both relieved, but-- did they not know blades just come back? He did that whole dying and coming back thing just a week ago, so the idea that they've forgotten is ludicrous, and he's about to point that out--

But he catches himself, his mouth still open, and throttles the sounds in his throat. He... really, really shouldn't.

He looks at Lloyd again. The relief that dulls the grief is like a breath of fresh air, though Lloyd still doesn't look... great.

"....are you okay, Lloyd?" Mithos asks, quiet, a touch concerned.