[ There's more dirt than usual, and maybe a small scratch or two on his hands. Other than the standard Norfinbury emaciation, though, he honestly seems to be doing better than most of the town. His enthusiasm helps.

He briefly looks to the side to smile when Vanitas leans against him, and bumps him very lightly with his shoulder. It's an acknowledgment, at this point. ]

I know, right? I don't know if we have anything to clean it, even, but- man, I could not care less about that right now.

Other people have gone ahead already. I'm sure we'll hear back about it soon. -although probably tomorrow. Thanks, mold.

[ He looks down and shakes his head, grinning. He feels full of energy he didn't know he even could have, anymore. They're not at the end yet. After the past few days, that's the sort of hope he needed. ]