They were friends; that hadn't changed. They still stood on the same side. The tension in Eleven's shoulders eased. He yet had a number of allies. There was plenty of strength in that. He could take heart even Archeval's thinly-cloaked concern.

His smile shone softer now, more genuine.

"That was months ago," he returned lightly, stepping back. "But I suppose I never truly promised otherwise. I'll take my leave then- if only to avoid your bedside manner."

He turned away just before his expression broke into a grin, though Archeval had surely seen it waver. He stifled a laugh even as his voice bled amusement.

"Good night."