"No poison, pretty sure." Zephyr's form would suffer injury just like any human's, even if he technically might not be. "No one here who'd care enough to poison us, I think." He was about to say something more, then frowned over at X's immediate panic.

It wasn't like it wasn't a legitimate concern, it was just... well.

Zephyr plopped himself down on the edge of the bed, dropped a heavy hand on X's shoulder. "Breath, bud, c'mon. Aren't you the one who would have the answer to that question? I was worried that's why you collapsed or something. You've been asleep for ... something like a month now."