Ray is clean now, mostly, having spent the time to take care of his lower half. The salts have helped soothe battered muscle and, with the adrenaline and fear wearing off, the exhaustion is truly beginning to set in.

"I will."

His face is wet, so it's hard to tell if he's been able to stop crying, but he rinses it again and takes a breath as he sits up a little straighter. "... Sleep will probably help." If he can manage it, and if he doesn't wake up stiff.