[ Claude gasps for air when the pillow is pulled free, thankfully opening his eyes in time to see Kurapika getting a faceful of his own fist. He manages not to laugh—

Actually, that's a lie. He laughs, but it's mostly out of relief. ]

I mean, my ego's a little bruised at being beaten up by a pillow, but otherwise I'm all right.

[ Patting himself down, he does not slip his dagger back away because he never took it out in the first place because I forgot he doesn't have any hands. ]

Thanks for coming to my rescue. You really wanted to repay that debt, hm?