Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

He didn't feel healthy, regardless of how he looked. If he didn't try so hard to look healthy, he probably wouldn't. 

He raised a brow at the offer, maybe reading into it a bit too much. He felt the same flash of guilt he'd felt walking back to Leto the last time, but it didn't last, or wasn't as aggressive. 

"Couldn't hurt. Can't be too careful. Need me to lay down for ya?"