Worry not, Jae-Ha. [Woozily!] They appear comfortable...and ......fitting on you.
[He can say that because he can see it from behind. Or something.]
As for...me.... I.... [He totters again. It truly is hot and it's difficult to keep his eyes open. He feels hot and clammy, and sticky all over. Eyes fluttering shut his forehead makes contact with the strong muscles of Jae-Ha's back. A moment later the rest of his weight presses forward and onto him.
If he doesn't act quick, Kija will fall forward onto the ground with a loud thump.]