[ Macaque blinks, like he'd been paradoxically shocked that Wukong is there. He looks Wukong in the eyes, doing quite a lot to keep his expression more or less neutral (if you know what to look for, which Wukong definitely does). ]
[ His hands tighten their grip just the slightest bit. ]
no subject
[ His hands tighten their grip just the slightest bit. ]
My own revival wasn't exactly the cleanest. So.
You're okay? [ Macaque actually holds his breath. Bracing himself. ]