[Eleven blinks, jerking in place while knowing his reaction time would have been too slow to fully counter; he's too tired. But Five does seem to recognize him, eyes clearing after a stretch, and it's a relief to see it even while confusion lingers.

Eleven's shoulder's lax, and he tips his head while he considers Five's somewhat odd question. But from the wild look he remembered seeing and the terse lines of the boy's body after his sudden appearance, it's possible he doesn't remember where he'd been]

I haven't left; there may yet be more injured. But the battle seems to be over, from what I've heard. ..You're okay.