He took in a deep gulp of air, gasping for breath at is hurt to fill his lungs again, and once he knew what was happening, he found his own balance and shoved Artemis away as best he could. It was a bit stronger a push than might have been expected- he wasn't entirely frail.

He said nothing, didn't need to say anything, merely gave Artemis the best glare he could manage as he held out his hand, his spellblade rising from the floor for him to grab.