[ Thankfully, they have to do their job, so they're forced to scan the sky behind them before they can say whatever choice words they were very tempted to lash out at him in response. There's a few beats where the only sound are their foot steps, while they play the responsible lookout. ]

The worrying again... [ They turn their head back, kicking a stray arrow on the ground out of their way. When they continue, more than just aggression, there is a serious weight to their words. ] I don't care what you're capable of. You're not like me. I'm not the one you should be worried about in that kind of situation.

[ They'd tried to protect him by removing him from the situation entirely (because that is the most logical thing to do in this situation), and for whatever reason, he continues to go against them doing what they can to prolong his life. It's aggravating, and confusing.

Now visible in the short distance is that glowy hibernation chamber, which is several levels brighter than how it'd been when they'd left it— the light from the jellyfish inside emits through the curtains, soft and warm looking in comparison to the cold edginess of its surroundings. By the time they've come up to it, it seems as though they've let some of their hostile-concern go, evident only in the marginal decrease of tension in their forehead and shoulders. They speak again to break a thread of tension, sounding more annoyed than as serious as they'd been a moment ago: ]

I told you I'd break you the next time you risk your life for me, so you better watch it.