[ Angel's raised voice gets Dumpy to chirp in with a short, high pitched screech. Of agreement? Maybe? He wants to be included.

This wakes Rhys up with a snort and he jolts, wincing and holding his side. ]

Bwwazzuh? ...are we -- is this the Jack part? ...if it's the Jack part, I -- [ Rhys shrinks in his comforter, very conscious of his broken-ness. And the bruising, especially that hand-shaped one around his throat. ] I agree with Angel.

If - if she's spoken.