Howard takes deep breaths and nods. He's shaking badly. He can tell from a glance that Cedric is too, but Cedric at least seems to have it together right now. Enough to clean up and check for injuries. Right. Injuries.

He's okay, mostly. A few nasty scrapes. Splinters that will have to be taken out with tweezers or more when they have light again.

He sits up, spits, wipes his mouth with his wrist, and takes a deep breath.

"We're alive." His voice is quiet and far away, for a moment, as if he can't really believe it - because he can't. There's no way. None of this makes any sense. He grabs Cedric's hand. "We're alive."