“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters
Something’s Wrong With Your Muse
That string of words probably described how Miguel was doing at all times, but it was a bad sign for him to actually say so out loud, probably. At the very least, the man was back in his appropriate form, but humans tended not to do well with sudden body-modification, especially... that severe.
The man didn't need comforting, and K.honshu was hardly the sort to give it, or want to. In no time, the leader Spider's desk would surely be filled with gifts from his coworkers and online 'fans,' in sympathy for his torment. (And apology for being entertained by it. Human cruelty, K.honshu knew it well.) Still, the moon god had been addressed. There was no point in hiding his presence-- apparently he couldn't with Miguel, for some infuriating reason.
"I'm pleased to see your forces were able to remedy that... disease." Virus? Curse? Whatever it was. "One less thing to worry about from now on, is it not?"
Trying to clean up every mess in the multiverse was like trying to punish every criminal that did harm to the travelers of the night: Endless, futile, and full of risk-- mostly to others, sometimes personal. But you had to believe it would mean something. Action was better than inaction. If this ailment ever affected another universe? If an entire planet's worth of heroes were reduced to ridiculous blobs? Then the Spider Society will look like heroes for having the antidote stored way. And all the suffering becomes worth it.
Something to be a little happier about. ... Even hypothetically, in this case.
He thinks to suggest sleep, but knows the Spider won't listen, so he leaves it at that. Peace, for now. The god can be benevolent when it suits him.