"Yes." Rokuro can stand. Will stand. Determined to forge onwards and complete the mission by Tech's side. He gathers his strength and forces himself to his feet through sheer force of will. A monumental accomplishment, given the general lack of cooperation from his body.

Granted, just because Rokuro can stand doesn't mean he can walk. One step forward, and he wobbles, collapsing against the trunk of a nearby tree. Skin too wet and cold to feel the scrape of bark against his skin. Unfortunately, the heat of his anger at this perceived failure isn't enough to warm or fuel either of them.

"I will recover. I-I only need a moment."