He's filthy and tired too, after who-knows-how-long trying to claw his way free before being tossed back to the surface, more exhaustion than usual making his head buzz. What an interesting day.

But. Well, he's free now, and though Wei Wuxian is hurt, he can take some comfort in knowing the guy will heal. His skeleton primos are too weak for their broken bones to mend, after all. Not true with the living, he keeps having to remind himself. And there's always Frigga, if it comes to that. He plops right down with a clatter, undignified and not giving a damn. "Yes, of course, had to get in on the good times." Har har. "How are you holding up?"