"I'm fine, Q, really." He said softly, reassuring his friend. "The healers did an adequate job patching me back up."
Despite saying that, he lead the boy to the bench and sat down. Yes, he was better, but still healing and sitting did feel better than he realized. With an arm around Quentin Eliot held him close, not wanting to be apart anymore than they needed to be for now.
"I know you did what you had to, I just wish you didn't have to die to do it. After everything we've went through looks like you spent your nineth life, but someone somewhere figured you deserved a tenth. That person is going to get a big kiss from me when I find him or her."