[ It's a miracle the two of them don't go toppling over as soon as Dokja launches himself forward. The sudden tightening of arms around his torso again has Eustace grunting in surprise, heels digging into the dirt as he tries desperately to maintain his balance. It's easier once he once he slings one arm back around Dokja, more out of a sense of comfort and reassurance than any real desire to hug. His thumb digs slightly into Dokja's back, tracing slow circles against the fabric there.

(RIP his pants, held up by his one remaining hand.)

Dokja's reactions are concerning on multiple levels, the brunt of Eustace's fatigue and malaise pushed far back in the wake of all this fear and uncertainty. Death is nothing to sneeze at, even with their Shards granting them a chance at continued life, but he's managed to come back whole and with all his memories intact. There's no reason for Dokja to be acting as panicked as he is. ]

You weren't responsible for what happened.

[ The only person able to lay claim to that would be himself, for being naive enough to fall for one of the labyrinth's tricks. ]

And you aren't resposible for my safety and well-being. None of what happened was your fault.