[Eyes follow the plume of smoke, finding its presence faintly nostalgic. He can almost taste it on the tongue, a sharp tang that lingers on the lips, the fingers that held the cigarette. Tyki sighs, shuffling the blankets off his lap as he brings long legs over the edge of the bedside by that window. The view — what he can see of it — is all blue crystal swathed in fog. He can only guess at what lies beyond the Castle where they're currently kept.]

Of course not. So thank you for that. [Smoothing one hand through bedraggled hair, his gaze returns to the man before him. He's satisfied by the answer that the Hourglass is safe.] To be honest, not very well. I don't know what happened back there, it was pretty strange... It feels like this place is draining me. I'm usually stronger.

[A frown curves his mouth, brow knitted. Then it passes, and he's back to assessing Kaeya.]

But I think I should be asking you that question. Clearly there was some... relationship there with that other man, eh? Yet you still decided to save me, even though I tried to kill him.