It is, and Jeff... Well. It's kind of a whirlwind of different emotions swirling around inside, competing to come out on top. He doesn't know just how to take it, how to even begin to process it, but he knows one thing: he isn't upset with Bash. Upset for Bash, yes, but not-- he can't blame him for this.

It was an act of mercy, right?

Jeff doesn't roll over, not while Bash is still working on his back, but he does look over his shoulder and reach a hand back to try and grasp at the demigod's.

"Hey. It's okay."