Yuya's shoulders slump a little, but if it's in relief or numbness is hard for even him to tell. He rubs the back of his neck, looking away to the side. "That... good."

He wants it to be good. For the most part, Yuya's coped with the mutations to his body--but that was when they were from the Ringmaster, someone he trusted significantly more than the fae that was trying to eat him. Or the fae that was torturing and experimenting on all of them.

"Thanks." He spares a quick glance before starting to hurry to the tuck shop again.