[ Ah. His eyes widen when he sees that Yael has come out of the closet finally, and a look of relief washes over his face. With a wry smile, he regards Yael. ]

If I can bring him back, there's no pushing myself too hard.

[ That's how he sees it. Michel is surely in there somewhere and Fai will be damned if he's going to lose a friend that understands him so well. So, with Yael's support, he stands up all the way. ]

I'll stop short of any big injuries, though. I promise.

[ He's not here to cause Yael any real worry here, after all.

So, he takes a step back and flips open his tome to cast MeAni Zot (1) and immediately fumbles it, dropping it onto the ground. Fuck. ]