The half-hearted scuffle was really more like quarter-hearted. Bunny sprawled back on the ground when Jack sprawled across him, lifting his unburnt paw to ruffle Jack's hair. He kept it there, the gesture almost unconscious.

Nico's glare kept him from delivering his next joke to Jack. They'd been jesting their way through the darkness for such a long time now, it was easy to forget that not everyone coped best by not taking a bad situation seriously.

This was serious, of course. He'd have to thank Nico for rising to the occasion, later, and apologize for putting that kind of pressure on her. In the moment, he'd been focused on eliminating the threat, but he'd had no real way to know if she was able to uphold that kind of healing magic before he'd given her a lot more damage to heal.

Later, when he'd rested. As per Molly's demands - which, he suspected as he considered the sniffling but stalwart child, he might not be capable of refusing. Especially if they continued to be so sensible.

He raised his brows in silent agreement with Zac, before looking back at Molly. "If you say so, little Sheila." He nodded, solemnly. "I'll do it."

It was easy to take her seriously when she was so right. He had every intention of sitting still for more than an hour - though his pride still twinged as a set of yetis broke through the ranks carrying a stretcher. He was conscious, and mostly repaired. They could at least give him the dignity of a shoulder to lean on.

He looked at Molly, his expression deeply set-upon. He pointed to the stretcher. "Do I have to?"