Fortunately, their efforts to support one another as they moved proved adequate, and they reached a sturdy place to sit without any further incident. His body felt heavy as he sank onto the place beside McCoy, though the only outward indication he gave was a brief close of his eyes.

The question was not unexpected. Although Spock generally did not wish for others to concern themselves about his health, he took that as another sign that McCoy had returned to his senses after all. Provided their captors did not tamper with their efforts, Spock saw no reason that he wouldn't be fully recovered by tomorrow. With that finished, they could focus on making contact with Jim and Nyota.

"Yes, I am," he quietly answered. His voice didn't come out as strong as he would have preferred, and for a moment spots swam before his eyes. Signs of fatigue and overexertion, no doubt. Simple rest would likely set those right, which meant there was little reason to focus on that now. "My stamina is admittedly not what it was before our capture, but there is no cause for alarm, Doctor."