There's a cure? [ He searches her face, trying to remember if he remembers that in the snatches of consciousness he'd had. ] Does that mean we're not about to turn into some giant mushroom monster? Oh. [ His lips quirk faintly at that as he lifts her hand up between them, resting it against his cheek. It's not like he could feel her well through the bandages. This was more reassuring. ] I suppose that's okay then.

[ He huffs a small sigh when she asks about him, his eyes sliding closed for a moment. ] Mmmm, like a tree tried to grow out of me and then someone dropped a mountain on me. [ He pauses, thinking about that for a moment before making a face. ] I hate that I can say I know what that feels like now.

[ But a moment later he's transferring his gaze to her face again, because she'd answered about everyone else, but... ] How are you?