[ After an agonizing couple of minutes, Miles goes slack. Byerly's reaction and soft restraint keep him from hurting himself, though he will be stiff and sore afterwards. He's very still a little while longer, and the resulting stillness is far from restful, but he's still breathing. Unharmed. Well, no more harmed than he was a few minutes ago. His face continues to ooze blood slowly.

His eyelids flutter. With a soft groan, he stirs underneath Byerly, slowly bringing him back into focus. ]

Byerly?

[ His voice is a guttural, exhausted croak. But at least he's as warm as he's going to get, wrapped up in By's coat like this. Byerly doesn't look to be nearly as lucky. ]