No, thankfully. [Nothing broken on Yuya's person either, considering he spent like eight hours crushed under his buddy.

With the excess snow he starts molding into the shape of a small cone.] Actually, I was wondering about what you were talking about before you passed out. Something about being lost? What was that?

[Yuya hasn't been dwelling on it, exactly. But he's reminded of the word choice, and if his friend has some sort of internal conflicts going on, he'd want to know.]