Kahlil nods, clasping her hand an giving it a gentle squeeze. He trusts her.

"How do you feel?"

He's seen the others in various states of recovery. Thankfully, the others were able to make a cure. But while that might've chased the poison from their souls, there would still be unseen scars left behind. Sleepless nights, unwanted memories barging into reality. Those are more difficult to heal from.