"But you're hurt," comes in a voice as innocent as a small child's laugh.
Hesitatingly, he tries to hug Midvalley. It seems to him as if he is afraid the human will break apart and leave nothing but fast evaporating dust coating his fingers.
"I don't know how to make it better."
On the other side of the room, Jazz' real body begins to calm down. In the end, only the soft rhythmic breath of cooling pumps can be heard.