[It's a minute before any kind of response, and the first thing that happens is that Izunia leans up against Nyx's good leg, taking the offer where he can find it. His breathing starts to even out, but slowly, until he can speak again, but it's the disjointed, context deprived speech of someone still bringing themselves down.]

You sound like my brother-in-law, rambling on like that.

[Another deep breath, one more moment of his hands pressed against his face -

And then in another sparkle of crystal, his legs are back to being legs, the barely-visible gills under his collar vanishing.

Almost absently, he starts petting the cat rubbing up against his side.]

Don't worry. We've got fresh fish, at least. Not sure about octopus but we can probably find something.

[Yknow, other than him.]