...then what's wrong is probably my body and soul synching up. [He says, his voice low. Wimbledon goes pale and grabs his face in both of his small furry hands. His voice takes on a bit of a shrill edge. He's surprised by just how like Coran he sounds.]

Soul and- Shiro! What in the name of the Tidemother's scales have you been up to?! You can't go risk-

[Shiro gently breaks in, his voice measured and calm. He had meant to break this gently to him. But he'd been distracted and that's never good for his foggy mind.]

I didn't risk it. Things...happened. I'm alright.

[The Moogle falls quiet. He sighs and looks at Keith then back at Shiro.]

Let's have a healer look you both over. They're around the corner. They're glad to aid anyone they can.