They're good. They made it. They're--where? Islets. They're on the islets. The mana pool for the islets, which is where Tim lives.

Tim's looming over him like he's having a goddamn breakdown, which he's not. It just startled him is all.

"I got it." He intended it to come out sharper, with more of a bite, but it's a little tough to get his voice to cooperate right now. Everything's coming out quiet, the syllables slurring together. Not enough air, not enough...something. His tongue feels like it's numb, or swollen, or something. Won't cooperate.

But he's fine, and they're on the islets, so he's going to stand up.

He's going to...there. Jay stumbles to his feet, still clutching the edge of the mana pool. See, Tim? Doesn't need a minute. He's fine.

"Where'syour..." No. Again. Clearer this time. "Where's...your place? Which way?"