Arche is tired, but not too tired to refrain from giving El an outright pout over the top of his cup.
"My bedside manner... is highly effective, thank you very much--..." He gives an indignant sniff as he dips his hardtack in the remainder of his water, then goes to start gnawing at it a little.
"...but we'd have been lost without you today. That's for sure."
His breath is still a little labored, the words quiet, but no less awkwardly sincere for it. He glances away with weary discomfort to stare at the items in his hands, nibbles a little more before giving up on it for now, setting food and drink aside -- just a little something in his stomach will do for now, and he's ready to lay down heavy limbs and follow the sensible advice of the medic on duty. If they're unlucky, he might have to try to spring up again at any moment -- better to try to replenish a little of his utterly depleted reserves while he can.
The presence still roils, uneasy, uncertain inside him. The king of the corpses hasn't spoken, a bit of a surprise after all the chatty ghosts Archeval has experienced in his career, but Unhalad is subdued for now and there will be time to deal with him later. Perhaps a little rest, a moment of quiet, will settle the creature as well.
Carefully, he shifts himself down onto his back right there against the rickety floor. The noises of battle continue outside. He can only hope their warriors have the matter in hand.
"Wake me if we're losing...?" he mumbles, meeting El's eyes blearily again.
"...or if you need two. I'll manage somehow. Don't make yourself sick."
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"My bedside manner... is highly effective, thank you very much--..." He gives an indignant sniff as he dips his hardtack in the remainder of his water, then goes to start gnawing at it a little.
"...but we'd have been lost without you today. That's for sure."
His breath is still a little labored, the words quiet, but no less awkwardly sincere for it. He glances away with weary discomfort to stare at the items in his hands, nibbles a little more before giving up on it for now, setting food and drink aside -- just a little something in his stomach will do for now, and he's ready to lay down heavy limbs and follow the sensible advice of the medic on duty. If they're unlucky, he might have to try to spring up again at any moment -- better to try to replenish a little of his utterly depleted reserves while he can.
The presence still roils, uneasy, uncertain inside him. The king of the corpses hasn't spoken, a bit of a surprise after all the chatty ghosts Archeval has experienced in his career, but Unhalad is subdued for now and there will be time to deal with him later. Perhaps a little rest, a moment of quiet, will settle the creature as well.
Carefully, he shifts himself down onto his back right there against the rickety floor. The noises of battle continue outside. He can only hope their warriors have the matter in hand.
"Wake me if we're losing...?" he mumbles, meeting El's eyes blearily again.
"...or if you need two. I'll manage somehow. Don't make yourself sick."