Miles nodded, a grin playing over his face for just a moment before it was replaced by a moment of concern. "You're still shaky," he said. "So just stay where you are a second, all right?"

He gently disentangled himself from their embrace and crawled up onto the bed, kicking off his shoes as he did so. He laid gingerly on his right shoulder, testing first - it would be all right. Once he was sure of that, he motioned for Phoenix to come and lie down. "You need your rest," he said, the order tempered by concern and that emotion he still couldn't say, but knew was probably more than evident in the action. "I won't leave. The others are more than capable of finishing the supply mission. I...I'm just glad they weren't resistant to helping me get you out of there."

He paused for breath and then continued. "I...I think it helped that Javert and I have both been subjects of their work. And I hadn't expected the room to be open, so the fact that it was made it a good opportunity for the two of them to explore the place, see what they're hiding in there."

Miles finally stopped talking business for a minute, motioning to Phoenix again. "I meant that, you know," he grinned.