[Kaeya tells him to rest, but it isn't his desire simply to lean back and take advantage of the bed to sleep. At least not yet. Tyki's elbows brace across his knees, noticing when those cool eyes avoid the slant of his gaze. Hmm. He may not know him well, but there's something evasive in that body language, that tone, the clear way concern is deflected.

So the two had no real prior relationship, yet that other man had vocalized a betrayal. And Kaeya's attacks had avoided true harm being done. If it wouldn't have killed him — a fact that causes Tyki's brow to rise — all the more reason to go for the assault that would, at the very least, paralyze their opponent temporarily.]

I've heard about that. Wasn't sure it was really true.

[It's not often the people he kills come back to life. In fact, it's only happened to him once.]

Are you normally this cold? I can feel it from here. [Tyki leans a little closer, one hand coming out while Kaeya is preoccupied with the cigarette and the window — fingers gently graze the glittering blue emblem of a snowflake at his waist.] Is it because of this thing? I saw it flash when you were fighting.