In, out. In, out. He's still cold, the skin on his hands washing in and out of iciness under a thin dry layer of blood, but he thinks he's almost to a point where he'll either stop thinking about breathing or he'll pass out. In a good way. If there's a good way to pass out? He'll find it if it exists.

Wildly, weirdly, Riku bringing up Robin and the lighthouse makes him smile a little, even in a situation as dire as this one. With Link so close, he's reminded of the hour they spent sitting on Aziraphale's bathroom floor, talking about the bonfire and giant Robin who lived in the lake because obviously people scaled with their lanterns, and Link almost concussing himself on the edge of the bathtub, and Sora dunking his tablet in the sink just to see what would happen. It had fried. It was really funny. The hallucinations were less so, but at least no one else was hurt. That's something to feel good about.

He'll nod at Riku, or at least he hopes he does. His eyes are still closed, he can't really aim the nodding. He'll open an eye again, picking out Link's ears in the green light. (Green? Is that what they'd been talking about?)

Sora breathes out. He doesn't need to count anymore. Step one. "Hey, bro. Watch your head," he says softly.

Without looking, and because it seems like the least obstructive place to summon it, Sora will reach up from the couch, feeling around until the Kingdom Key forms in his hand. He pauses, then closes his eyes. "Heal." The same green spectral leaves curl around him, soaking into his skin and dying away. It's still throbbing, probably still open, and he's still very weak, but he could close his eyes and imagine that it was just a really, incredibly bad stomachache.

He lets his weapon fade away. No need to keep it around if he's here.

Drink? Drink what? Sora looks down at Link, trying to move despite what Riku said. Did he leave something? "Link, how are you feeling?"