"Bene," Cesare says, looking peaky and ill at ease, "come on, hold on to my shoulder here and Iago will take the other side I'm sure and we'll build you a nice temporary bed on the couch and-"
What do you mean, step out of myself? Like you did now? But I don't have to break my leg, do I?
Miquel just gazes on, a little helpless, too. "Is there anything I can co, Honou-... Xellos-san?"