*While waiting for the boy to give a response, Malba again finds himself drifting, drifting into that heavy, oppressive fog. It's... it's a somewhat familiar feeling, yet he's too fucking out of it to be able to quite grasp why it's familiar. No, thinking is... really just not working out so well at the moment.
Zelos' 'voice' finally breaks into that thick fog, and Malba again frowns, first noting that worry, before actually deciphering the boy's words. Of... of course he's worried. He's acting pretty... well. Pathetic. He's... not sure how to ease that worry, however, not sure how to even force a reply at this point.
Is that rain? Getting louder....*
--Yeah... can... can do that, kid. Doesn't... take much effort to... rest, right?-- he finally manages, though his 'voice' sounds pretty weird, even to himself. Not much he can do about it though.*