Still as kind as ever, I see.

[ he laughs, but makes no move to grab at leon's cape as he pulls himself up to his feet — slowly, because he's ancient and his bones probably creak, despite how much he wants to believe eternal youth is a Thing.

a moment to dust himself off as best as he can, and then, cheerfully — ]

There, I'm fine now. It's strange, though — swords don't get sick like that. I mean, does Chal get sick?