"I can walk, mom." Talk about being a nag!! But it's playfully answered this time around, understanding where the concern is coming from, even if he thinks himself it's overblown. Who doesn't get the entire wind and soul knocked out of them when attempting to save a pal? Eezy stuff.

He sounds better at responding than Inigo anyway, whose mumbling that comes beside them in an attempt at reassurance does nothing but the opposite. It sounds sad, but who doesn't sound down in the dumps when they're exhausted? There wasn't anything fun about going through the void.

(Which, geez -- there really was something in this whole anchoring business, wasn't there? Just the journey in-between the void and points; Inigo hadn't been anything like this back on his world, and now...

This was going to be an exhausting rescue, for everyone.)

"You're not going anywhere on your own." He puts a hand on Inigo's shoulder, gives it a confident grip. "Don't worry, we'll get you there - just give it five minutes. We'll come check on you later - I promise."

He looks over to where the higgledies have found perch.

"You two'll look after for him for us, won't you?"

The pair squeak, higgle!, ready for the job!