[He reaches back when she touches him, putting a hand over hers for just a moment, rolling his eyes at her remarks but otherwise not snipping back. He's still tired, which feels like his standard nowadays, but more than that he's still mulling things over about what he said. What he did. How he can just be tossed around like that.]

Just, fuckin'-- lich crap. Be careful, might still be goin' around. Fear, I think, so y'know that went super well.

[He takes a breath, tries to flush out those coping mechanisms. It's her. It's her and he can be honest and he can relax.]

There was this... sickness going around, like, a literal illness, but if you got sick you ended up, uh, paranoid as hell? For a couple of days. I think they just made everyone sick instead of it spreading or whatever, I dunno, maybe this is fuckin' funny to them or something.