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[hi! he's also here for some reason, looking concerned, but he'll give him a few seconds to get even halfway reoriented before he speaks up.]

[ARTHUR?!]

[lmao

anyways, once it seems like he's less likely to pass out, probably:]

...Welcome back. How do you feel?

Like...

[THAT'S ALL HE CAN FIND TO SAY FOR A LONG FEW MOMENTS. HELP. Then, suddenly:]

--Like shit, but alive shit.

[a half amused noise]

Well. I suppose that's better than the alternative.

[Finally getting a bit more of his bearings.]

What... are you doing here with the senior crew?

[...]

Backup for Io, you could say. I was told to come here to help.

[A wry, air laugh that sort of makes him cough.]

...Thank you. I...

[Well! He doesn't know what to fucking say! THIS IS WILD.]

They did all the hard work, so I think you should be thanking them instead...

[but also]

I am - glad that it worked.

[He glances around, then down at himself...]

Me, too... We... have to make it work for the rest.

...Yes. I don't intend to leave anyone behind, and I'm sure that feeling is shared.