Zorre nodded at the ralts' question, starting to walk away from the tree he had been leaning on.
But despite the return of his energy, it seemed that his injury was more than it had seemed, as he was forced to lean against another tree within a few steps, breathing in sharply from the pain.
He was going to have to shed the exoskeleton now if he wanted to be able to walk properly. This was going to be painful, he knew. Normally he only shed his exoskeleton once the new one had already formed underneath, protecting his softer, nerve-filled skin from the elements.
"Removing, needs it," he said to Clara. "Can't reach... you help can? Or someone's help get?" he asked her.