[ Ouch. Part of him wants to flee, the shame stinging more than the spring. A sharp blow that makes his skin redden and he inhales sharply--- it does hurt, after all, to be viewed with such displeasure and agitation. Especially, when it's by someone he respects. ]

True. I survived, but so did the rest of my friends. We all played our part, just as it should be.

[ Or did Adra want Wukong to fail? The thought crosses his mind but is quickly removed. No healer would want to see another person struggle or hurt, would they?

At least, not physically. ]

I'm glad to see you made it out safely, too. [ And Wukong means it. He couldn't possibly sound any more earnest, as he sits down and lets his feet dangle into the water. He lets some time pass, mostly to gather the courage to speak. ]

... he's lucky to have you.