"M'head hurts-" A faint rasp of a reply, the miqo'te otherwise not budging far. He could likely feel the way they trembled when he laid a hand against a shoulder, arms tensing around himself a bit more as he drew his legs in as well, tail fretfully twitching against the blankets.

"Gods, what did I do?" He knew well enough, clear in the near-sob on that last word, a distress shared with thoughts and feelings both new and old.