"I'm fine," Envy heard themselves saying, although it was as though the mouth that moved was not their own. And then, a moment later; "I'm fine."

That was it. That was all. They would perhaps return for the gem that Elderberry had left behind; but for now, they left the glistening blue stone where it had fallen, and tried not to look at it as Pride began to gallop away. The weasel said no more. They felt exhausted, their stomach turning, their eyes and nose stinging, and hunger clawing at their stomach and making every motion feel leaden.

Still, they hung on, simply letting Pride take them wherever he may.

Speech. Thought.