[ He was -- actually avoiding looking at Suzaku, coward that he is. Being addressed now... in this way--... He's not sure if it's better or worse than open hatred.
Muted headshake for Euphie's gratitude, the closest he can get to saying you're welcome. If he speaks, he might be sick.
But already he can feel Botani pulling at the edges of that, the beginnings of what numbed his ability to be properly alarmed this morning. It's hard not to welcome it, as much as he doesn't want to.
He does, after a beat, manage a flickered glance up at Suzaku's face. You held things together. You still are. Catching him again when he would have fallen; catching Euphie. He is pretty sure all of her gratitude should be for you, really. ]