"Yes," Sunny says, smile remaining, a hand out to help Jae all the way up as he does so himself. His strength is kept understated and simple, just remaining sort of solid and steady as required and watchful that the rise to vertical doesn't have Jae's brain chemistry kicking him back down. No danger of that so far.

There's a place nearby, he knows. He's kept a mental itinerary of the current safehouses announced infrequent and scattered on the network. The direction he sets them off on is that one, keeping his senses open to the sounds of anything approaching. From above and from below.

"But you got swallowed by a gross thing, so you should. I'm immaculate myself," he says, through the general coating of mud and grime. He can still taste that thing at the back of his mouth, he imagines, and it's taking him every bit of willpower he has to not think about it every other second.