The way he feels mingles with the influence of the Feywild and it leaves Yussa feeling a bit like he's floating. He's grateful for the solidness of the ground beneath him, though, giving him reassurance that he isn't. He can hear Caleb off to his side, murmuring in Zemnian as he recovers. Yussa's eyes flutter closed as a gentle hand strokes over his back.

He manages to nod in answer to the question, grateful that he isn't being asked to speak yet. Yussa is not entirely sure he can move himself, but Caleb is more than welcome to do it for him.

Wrung out as he is, Yussa can't help the quiet whine that escapes him when Caleb does move him. He is utterly boneless, unable to help support himself just yet, though he does try. His golden skin is still flushed and warm, white hair damp and clinging to his face.