With a gentle kind of affection, Zephyr flicked X upside the head.

"I'd say you're in charge of food from now on, but I really don't want you falling into a coma again," he said, trying for levity and more or less getting there for his own part. "Seriously, though, don't worry about it. I was afraid I'd--"

Crushed his closest friend under the weight of millennia of blood. The usual.

"--well." Zephyr cleared his throat. "I'm glad you're okay."