[The exaggerated cheer lessens, but he finds himself smiling seeing her own brightened expression. He pours himself a glass of water in the mean time, because he really wants to get this part done and over with. Partly because taking medicine is sometimes gross, but mostly, he wants to be 100% sure that the corruption won't seep into his skin and thoughts once more. He'll drink two cures if he has to, as long as they have extra--]

Y-yeah, I think they will. I mean, that's how it always works, right? Something crappy happens, but we pull through. [He fiddles with the pouch, opening it and trying to hide how shaky his hands are. Saying all this almost makes him feel better, because it's true, but it doesn't erase everything he's done.]

We're pretty durable, huh?