When he moves he feels strange - dried out inside, almost, all the little microscopic bits and bobs in his body still protesting consciousness and use. It's familiar, the post-wash of anxiety, and despite the routine it's never comfortable. He doesn't show any reaction to it, however, and merely sits up and settles himself, carefully sipping his water.

"Probably," he agrees, about the CiD, though he doesn't pick it up just yet. A few more minutes isn't going to kill anyone. He takes a larger swallow of water and winces a little against his will, all the muscles in his throat and chest still pissed off at him over that whole drowning-in-ichor thing. Besides soreness and the tender puling on his skin here and there he recognizes as bruises, though, he feels okay; he must have done that protection spell right after all. Huh.

Jae looks up at Sunny, feeling both faintly sheepish and sincere. "Thank you. For everything." He cracks a bit of a smile. "I should have said it sooner."