[The burst of feeling in his chest, at that, almost takes his breath away. We're fine. It's better than any of his best-case scenarios, most of which he imagined still ending with a foot to his face. Zoro steels his face back into something a little less stunned and heaves a sigh.]

Sparring's out until those damn foxes go away. They run around too close, it's too easy for one of us to step on one and then we're down for the count again. Dinner, though...

[he is always up for dinner]