[Algidus tucks his head back, scowling. He wishes losing weight was the worst of his worries, and not the fact that, y'know, he's still in the process of regrowing skin that was painfully burned off. He doesn't make any rebuttal, though; when he looked back over he had seen that careful look, and it took him off guard. Instead he simply gave a nod that was just as tentative. Even if things were really awful for him right now, he didn't want to fight with her...]

Yes... alright. We should be careful though... certain parts of my armor are not what they once were, and while I don't plan on turning my back on any slavering maws, I don't want to undo what healing my body has managed. [That, and he doesn't want anything to happen to her, either... but he's still feeling a little hesitant to voice those concerns. Despite the risks, though, getting out of the camp sounds good. He can only handle being in close proximity to so many people for so long before he needs to catch his breath, so to speak.]