Oh, now I'm relieved. Honestly. [Eddie snapped back, louder than intended. He watched for a response from Sveta out of the corner of his eye, and then grabbed the side of Crane's shirt as if it were a handle. Raising to his feet, he pulled the smaller man into an awkward standing position and began the short journey over to the bed.]

You should carry a leather stick. [He commented off offhandedly, already in the process of lowering Jonathan onto the bed.]