As light as he really was, his weight consisting mostly of the clothes he wore rather than of his actual bones and flesh, Kensaki didn't consider himself too much of a weight, but yet he tried to support himself on his own as much as he could. The two girls weren't doing the best themselves... Not that he'd care that much, it was just gratitude.<br/><br/>When the other blood-bender further healed the bullet wound, for a moment, his back arched, and he bit into his tongue to stop a faint scream that was threatening to escape him. His vision went black for a moment, and he faltered visibly, but a few moments later managed to regain the control. Quite frankly, he disliked healing due to the exhaustion that always followed it, but it was definitely better than bleeding. And he wasn't one to complain, no matter what was going on. Ever.<br/><br/>"We shouldn't return to the cells." he spoke silently. "First, it's not safe. Second, that is where we would be expected to do. But we can't go straight ahead, either. I think we should go a way we normally wouldn't choose... In the case that it leads us to the exit, that is." To do anything expected would be a sure death, even if the guards would consider all rebelling benders dead. Besides, they all needed to rest.