Yeah. Yeah, I can. I'm fine. Just a little - unbalanced.

[He laughs, a croaky-unhappy sound. He's used to being helpful, exactly, since things so frequently spiral out of control around him, but he's distinctly not used to being useless.]

I can't do miracles. I can't tap the wall and make the rock split right where we need. I'll get over it.

[Because he totally could have down that, a few minutes ago. He feels cavernous himself, winnowed open, hollow, echoing.]