What a statement to return to. He can't help perking up a little when he hears the cadence of the Wizard's voice, hurrying down the path away from Twelve and bringing himself to their little group just in time to hear her joking about the means of her own death. ?Death? Did she die? She certainly doesn't look incredible.

"Dying isn't exactly fun no matter how you do it," he says by way of announcing himself, opening his arms to let Fen go floating around them again. He goes to the Wizard's side, reaching up to tug at her sleeve. He wants to fuss but he's not sure how when she looks awful from head to toe basically.

On the other hand, he's looking better. Or well. All his cuts are sealed up anyway. He's definitely still coated in sticky goop, the smell of basil hanging around him.

"Are you alright? Does this mean everyone escaped?" he asks softly, making sure the knights are safe before he deals with either the Wizard or Luka.