Holding his hand over his mouth, he continued to cough and hack until the attack eventually fades. His eyes looked a little more red but he straightened as best as he could. "It's fine. Just a bit of dust in the lungs."

He patted his fist over his chest a few times. "Got it out now." His voice was softer, quieter, but did not lose the fire behind it. Already, he was pushing himself forward. "Let's go. Can't stand 'round forever."