[ With bits of the burnt mask falling around them, he struggles a little to sit himself up but manages to do so thanks to the hands on his shoulders. ]

I've been better... [ He groans a bit, blinking slow. ] ...would be nice if my head stopped ringing.

[ And before he can say anything else, Giru flies his way into Trunks, small hands clutching at his blue scarf with a Trunks! Trunks! Giru get help! Giru bring friend! to which he just laughs a little with a hand coming up to hold the small robot against him. ]

Yeah... thanks, Giru.

[ And with a lazy glance over his shoulder. ]

You too, Rokurou. [ A beat. ] Uh... I didn't hurt you, did I?