"I-It's alright! I'll b-be— oh jeeze... I'll be fine...! Th-Thanks though." Reaper stammered, nearly tripping over his own feet as much as his words. After quite a battle - and several instances of Luna stopping him from just falling over and dying, much as he wished to drop dead -, they made it up the steps, entering the warmly lit hall. It lacked real overhead lighting, instead using skylights, the sun acting as a natural clock. Well, beyond th-the sickness... at least it's warm.