Another smile twitched onto Jett’s face. “I’ll be careful with you. You go ahead and sleep, I’ll make sure you get back to Virgo nice and safe, then we can hang out when you’re not feeling sick. Maybe go find the others and make sure they’re doing all right,” he said; he couldn’t help but be curious about ‘the group’; they were people he’d spent most of his time here with, and even if they weren’t who he’d expected to make friends with, they were still important to him—in at least some way. He might not hold them as important to him as Raven, but he wasn’t going to deny that he was somewhat fond of them.

Jett held Raven tightly enough that she wouldn't fall, but loosely enough that he wasn't squeezing her; he walked carefully, with a pace a bit slower than his usual gait so that he wasn’t jostling her too much. He didn’t mind a silent walk, nor the weight in his arms; in those moments, Jett felt at peace—a sensation that had been eluding him for a long, long time.