[The moment Ian's hand is up, Souji takes it, holding it tightly in his own. It's comforting, a lot more comforting than Ian knows (maybe), to be able to hold his friend's hand. And knowing one of them is transformed in case something awful happens doesn't hurt. It takes a few more moments for him to recover his breath before he starts trying to stand up without the support against his back, though his legs are shaking a bit from the strain. He really shouldn't have done that.]
I don't feel any different, but I want to make sure I can still fight.
[Even if he can't hold himself up, he motions with the sword in his other hand.]