Shadow's rocket boots let out a last puff of flame as he gently lands on the ruined land. His fur is a little messy but he doesn't have a scratch on him.

Panting, he fixes his chest fur before looking in your direction.

"How did you hold up? Are you injured?" He asks, his tone cold but still gentle in a way. His expression shared the same coldness as his voice, I suppose that's just his face though.