We'll go to the medbay after this. See if there is anything to help us both.

[Us both, together, not just one helping the other. Viktor's always resisted needing to be taken care of. If he allowed that, then who would he take care of?

He bites the inside of his cheek at the questioning. His leg? What about Jayce's!? He withholds because his emotions are simply not... so snappy. The warmth, the closeness, the touch. All ease his hackles down and take the fight out of him. Jayce is the last person he wants to fight with about now. It would be pathetic of them.]

Depends on the day. Some days, it is worse than before. Heavier and even harder to move. [Viktor touches his hexcorified hand along the bolts of that leg. Golden remnants of the brace he wore and dug further runes into. A pillar conduit, same theory as the Hexgates. Now, forever fused with him. His hand... messier, a transformation incomplete and interrupted-

He lowers his head forward, tipped to one side so he can still be heard. His temple lays across the metal knuckles on that hand, tone trying to be optimistic. Trying. He has to try at it, for both their sake.]

Some days I can run on it. I couldn't even run as a child. Eeh, that hurts my lungs, though.