[Jezebel ends up getting a much closer look as Ianchus slumps forward, momentarily greying out. Not falling, per se, but slowly collapsing into himself, until he's partway on the ground and partway in Jezebel's lap. The muscles in his back are still twitching, as are his fingertips, and his breathing is shaky. There's a runner of saliva running down his lip, and he's dimly aware of it (just like he is of the door), but he can't summon the energy to wipe it away.]