[He's cold, shivering - out here in the surf, in only his pajamas, of course he would be. But his breathing is slow and steady. No water in his lungs. His right hand is gripped tightly around some sand.

He does look at Shido, but doesn't reply. Too little strength. He's easy to lift, lighter than he was before. There are no signs of injury or serious illness.

But there's clear stress, severe exhaustion, and a hopeless look in his eyes that is exactly the opposite of how he looked before he left.]