Food and a hot shower sound amazing, honestly. So does sticking with Galo for the moment while they figure out what's going on. Lio Fotia is not the sort of person to allow himself to be vulnerable, to show any cracks in his armor, but there is something that feels almost frighteningly unguarded in this moment.

Maybe it's the touch over his lip, like he's not sure how to respond to warm, gentle treatment.

Something to worry about later. "Sounds like a good plan." He settles a hand against Galo's chest, touch lingering like he's reluctant to withdraw. "I should get dressed." He moves to stand then, slower than he means to on shaky legs as he draws up and off of Galo.