["Not good" is pretty expected, looking at Dextera now. Guren obliges the lean with a few affectionate strokes through his hair. It's automatic, really, and stopping this contact seems unnatural at this point. Even if Dex is speaking right now, their bodies have always been able to say more. At least, that's what Guren thinks.]

I can carry you, but that will probably hurt, too. [So, he'd like to avoid doing it until he knows where the best place to sit with him is. He watches his own fingers lace through Dextera's hair, and then flicks his gaze down at his face again. He wants to kiss him, and he's thinking that's too wildly inappropriate. He already got one in there a few moments back...

There's just so much relief along with that concern. Hmm. Friends, though.]

Let me take a quick look at the whole cabin, and I'll see if there's anywhere a little more comfortable that I can move you. Okay?