[Setsuna didn't protest being picked up, though he did groan. The couch felt better than the floor had, but everything still ached. It was soft though. He wanted to sleep again. He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to.
When Neil started he'd find the burns weren't bad - minor, most more akin to sun burn than anything, though some bordered on second degree, and one or two on worse - mostly his legs and arms, one on the side of his face.
His eyes flickered to Tieria, as if watching to make sure the other got in okay, since he didn't have the strength to get up and help him in anymore. Walking here, for them both he knew, had been tiring.]