Popp would rate this physical experience as better than being stomped by Crocodine but worse than being stabbed by Galdandy's draining feathers. He heaves himself to his feet, wincing a little.

"I guess."

He squints at Avan, deceptively harmless-looking sitting on the floor, thinking about the monster that he just killed and the Dark Lord he'll sort of kill in his near future and over a year of traveling together, frequently outdoors and never to an ancestral home in Carl Kingdom. Did they end up hating him after all?

"C'mon, let's go get that frog."

He offers Avan a hand up.