[Giles opens his eyes the tiniest fraction, the faint beginnings of alarm chasing the fog out of his mind when he feels his hand being moved away. And there's a second of resistance, a second of "who are you and what are you doing to me?". Fortunately, Giles focuses on Helios before he focuses on the cold.]
Helios?
[He swallows, painfully.] I'm... [What? Fine? Even Giles isn't going to lie that much.] ...alive. I'm alive.
no subject
Helios?
[He swallows, painfully.] I'm... [What? Fine? Even Giles isn't going to lie that much.] ...alive. I'm alive.
Th-Thank you for coming.