It's awhile before Add speaks again, struggling against the fatigue and nausea overwhelming his body. Catching his breath seems like a much more difficult task than it should be. He places Jakob's vessel gently on the ground, freeing up his hands so he can properly support himself as well as cover up his mouth once he starts coughing. As he gradually regains control of his breathing, though, he assesses that it's not that bad—nothing feels broken, he's mostly just tired from overexerting himself. He'll be fine once he gets some rest.

And if there's anything staining the hand he's coughing into, he's quick to rub it into the grass. He's fine, really.

"Jakob," he mutters a bit hoarsely, intending it simply to return his shinki to normal. There's a brief moment of hesitation before he continues anyway, too lightheaded to care how stupid the question is. "Are you alright?"