Feelin' Fine

"How ya doing?" Buffy asked as she finally managed to get free.

Standing up right and ignoring his aches and pains Xander gave her a cocky smile, "Feelin' fine, Buff."

Buffy gave him a disbelieving look and snorted, "Sure ya do. It's not like a demon witch smacked you around and tossed you head first into the rock wall of this tomb."

Xander made a big show out of stretching. He honestly felt great. No aches no pains. If he didnt know better he would have thought he had a healing factor like Wolverine or Buffy herself. "Hey, I feel great. Better than great. I feel like a million bucks. Us Harris me are sturdy stock and hard to hurt, y'know. Look at me, I'm the picture of health."

Buffy shook her head, "Fine. Be macho."

Shuffling over towards Xander and keeping her weight off her right side Buffy gave him a once over when she was close enough. She let out an agitated grunt after her perusal. "Seriously?"

"What?" Xander asked.

"You do look like a millions bucks. Theres not a thing wrong with you or your outfit. Even your hair is perfect." Buffy shook her head and looked herself over before waving a hand at Xander, "Its just not fair. This outfit is almost certainly ruined and you don't even have a single stain on you."

Xander opened his mouth to say something but then thought better of it. That was weird. He should... he should look at least slightly messy given the fight they were just in. But he was fine, didnt hurt any, his clothes were clean and he had perfectly styled hair? That was odd.

With a groan Buffy stooped over in front of Giles and instead of grabbing her Watcher she grabbed her right leg.

"Here. Let me." Xander hurried over.

Buffy gave him another disbelieving look, "Really?"

Xander pulled up on the other side of Giles. "What? I can carry Giles for a little while. I feel great." He really did, "And, again, I am a Harris man made of sturdy stuff, stronger than I seem, I assure you. Like all Harriseseses before me I am strong like bull." He flexed a muscle at Buffy and was pleased to see her eye up the definition of his big bicep. He was not a leanly muscled guy like Bruce Lee where you could see every muscle but his bigger size made every muscle obvious.

"Bulls?" Buffy tsked her tongue, "And just about as smart as one." Buffy harrumphed. "You are going to be dying tomorrow if you do this, Xand. This is just... the adrenaline talking. Just give me a minute and I can carry Giles without herniating a disc."

"Look, let me start, yeah?" Xander asked. He made a show of stretching about, working his muscular body through some body builder poses to show off for Buffy. "I feel great. Like, mind over matter is working for me right now." That was about the only thing that made sense to him and how he was suddenly back in the pink of health. "I'll carry Giles out of here. And once we are outside we will, uhm, reassess the situation. If your knee hurts maybe I carry Giles some more, maybe we just sit and wait a bit."

Buffy let out a deep groan and took her weight off her right leg. "Just outside? No further?"

"Just outside." Xander nodded his head. "Then we reassess."