[ It's simply too tiring to ask what he means by "bad for his heart" or "feeling sick", even if they'd also like a clarification on the looking awful comment. While he speaks, their eyelids are heavy, and not in the typically sleepy way that Lupin might have seen a few times by now— they really are struggling to stay conscious, brow furrowed more in focus than out of worry. ]

The rest of me should be at my house...in Flavo. [ They add, even though it seems like he must already know where they live. ] If the boats carrying those pieces have made it back, that is.

[ If they're remembering correctly, there should be five pieces total: two halves of each of their legs, and their left arm. It's possible some ships are taking longer to get back, or maybe they are worrying for nothing and all their parts are already home, but they have no way of knowing until they get there. When he moves to pick them up, they actually accommodate him (half because they really have no other choice and half because they really do want to hurry up and go home), leaning into him and moving their hand to grip his shoulder loosely. ]

...Just, don't drop me. [ They're almost mumbling while they close their eyes. ] It'll get complicated if I lose anything else.