He looks between them at that, back and forth for a moment before his eyes briefly settle on Arthur— "Is this true, Arturchik?" The friendly diminutive comes easily, amusement brightening his eyes again. "It sounds like our friend John here has had his work cut out for him."

Eyes flitting back to John, he has to give an empathetic nod. His own... condition has been affected by this place, manipulated by it, although— he'd give almost anything for it to have separated him from the creature. It's still such a strange thought that Arthur had found such camaraderie in his own internal inhabitant.

"Well, if you need any assistance working it out, I'm at your service. Before my space days, I used to train the boys in the military." He beams, playfully — though he's halfway serious, too... He's a fitness fiend. "I know some exercises that should help loosen you up."