Too... too stubborn for that. You--hah--you know me. Wouldn't... wouldn't leave my brat behind. *Malba gently murmurs between those irritatingly short breaths, a warm, entirely genuine smile taking hold of his shivering lips. It hurts like a bitch, he's ill and not entirely certain on recent events, but one thing he does know is that Zelos gives him clarity. Zelos... Zelos' touch is all he needs right now to know things are still okay.*