Jake looks worn out, body a little squishier to the touch than normal. Scratched patches of bald dog skin peppered his torso, stinging like nettles as he gestured.

"Him? Oh yeah, he'll be okay. We just gotta be there for him." Jake waves a hand at the ocean, indicating the remains of the fight they so narrowly won. "He's not used to the whole jaws of death sitch like you n' me."