“Yeah, sounds like we do.” He doesn’t touch his Bayard again. But the armor and his still tense body say enough. He forces himself to relax again his voice back to the conversational tone from before. “We’re both without our standard arsenal but it hasn’t stopped us either.” It’s nice that the Galra and Druids aren’t here to really screw him over.

His side still burns with remembered agony some nights when he wakes up from a dead sleep. “At least no matter what happens none of us will be on our own.” Even if they could endure like that. Better not to. “...thanks for the help and the trust.” It needed to be said and he ends it with a small tired smile. All he can allow.