"As much as I'll ever be," Arashi mutters, although he deliberately dials back on the aggressive edge to his voice. He's simply resigned to this, now, because he wasn't exaggerating; he won't be satisfied until they're both out of there, safe and sound.

Impulsively, he reaches up and slides a hand through Harvestman's hair, coming down the side of his face to rest against his throat. "You can do this, you know. I don't trust your friends, but I have faith in you."