He wanted to lay back and look as dead as he felt. With the stiff limbs and trouble breathing, physical exertion was something he wanted to avoid. But, in some ways, he felt like they needed him right now. He needed to make things right. Somehow. He didn't know how. Iggy sounded bad, and things were messed up.

He painstakingly propped himself up on his elbow and pushed himself up in what took far too long of a time. The stiff movements and tense muscles were a good indication that it was from the flowers.

"Iggy..." he groaned slightly, but settled down after he stayed in place for a second. "...'m not mad at anyone, or anything. 'N nothing's happening. Even if something was gonna happen, it wouldn't be some kit for kat thing. I'd never do anything that'd hurt you, it doesn't matter if it would 'make things even' or whatever." He glanced at Gladio. "I'm sure Gladio feels the same way."