[He is definitely going to feel an annoying crick in his neck later, already shaking his head and turning his neck a bit. It had been the most uncomfortable way to do it, but he still managed—he's going to have more respect for horses after this (now if only his Essence didn't make him want to eat them half the time...)]

I'm alive, does that count? [It's a dry, sarcastic answer, but there's malice or bite in his tone. After one last shake of his head he turns to look over at 76 properly.]

In hindsight it might have been better if our roles had been reversed. [Since, you know, 76 has arms. But it also wouldn't have worked with his..."hunger" problems, so there's a small wry grin—as much of one a kelpie can make, anyway.] But we managed—thanks for the help.