Viktor lets out a noise that might be a laugh, though there's a definite bitter undercurrent to it. Ciri knows that Jayce is a healer because Viktor is unwell, and her own experiences on the receiving end of the magic likely colored her split-second decision. He remembers hovering nervously in the bedroom doorway while Jayce healed Sephiroth--this will be twice, now, that Jayce stepped in to provide immediate aid for a fellow Summoned.

And he still won't call himself a mage.

"Yes, well, I might actually regret it."

Even standing is painful, though Jayce is sturdy and, as always, and he appreciates being offered a stable body to lean on. He holds his hand out for his crutch once he's on his feet, trying to push through the exhaustion for the promise of a bath and a warm bed.

"Thank you for coming to find me, Jayce."