Eleven's smile freezes, the sentiment catching him off guard. Feeling tumbles through his chest, hesitant at first, then brightening until it prickles warmly over his skin. He ducks his head, unsure of what to say until it's Archeval that speaks again.

Although he knows the man likely doesn't have a choice when he couldn't manage enough to heal himself, it's a relief to see him settled down to rest.

"If we're losing," he promises, "..But I have faith in the rest of us. We'll pull through. Try not to worry."