He waves her foot off, groaning softly as he forces his stiff body to roll over. He ends up slumping onto his back instead with a low groan, staring up at her with this slightly smirk.

"I'm not pretending," he says, and he pointedly tucks his amethyst away under his shirt as if she should understand his predicament now that she's carried his soul around. "I'm glad you're safe, by the way. He won't be able to sense you tomorrow, right?"