[ Ha, some success. Lucifer is usually sprawled on him in one way or another so he is used to the weight, he is simply feeling fidgety at the moment. Caged into his frustration and anger at Nero. Lucifer did the right thing to shake him out of it and he is grateful. He swaps places and settles on top of Lucifer, knees on either side of him so he can keep his weight off. Not that he is probably heavy to Lucifer, strong as he is.

Istredd leans down, pressing their hands to Lucifer's chest for a moment, so he can steal a kiss, but it is quick, sitting back up so they can continue the strings between them. He doesn't want to think about the latter half of the decade, if that means it is when Lucifer will start losing this part of himself. Maybe he would be a good candidate for a god then. He won't care the same way. ]

I was dying. [ He says, shrugging his shoulders as if that's not a big deal. Sanity wasn't the problem. ] My wound was infected, I lost a lot of blood. I could barely stand. I thought maybe they could save her.

[ They both know where that injury was, Istredd was tender there for quite some time, but Lucifer wasn't there when he came off the turtle. He avoided him on purpose, he didn't see the extent of the damage. Their connection was all static. Istredd probably would've died in another day. He knows that Lucifer gets upset about his borderline death wish in the Pit, but there is importance in the reality here too.]

She's an open-ended problem. Also the shrine monster. [ He shows Lucifer the creature. Not the details of what it did in the Pit, just what it looked like. ] If you want to mercy kill her you can.