Matias didn't move, just as promised, but he also didn't talk. He glared at the wall, occasionally looking towards the bug to see if it would move– or attack him. It did neither, nor did it look like it would do either at any point, but he nonetheless anticipated it. He eventually felt his shoulder return to normal, no discomfort of any sort when he moved the joint.

"Thanks," he mumbled, not even looking Iris in the face as he rose to his feet.

He gave one more peep to the bug for good measure.

Nothing.

"Okay," he huffed, "I'm going back to bed. Hopefully I keep my shoulder this time."