Good, you're doing great, pal. [The relief is obvious, but it's not like he's out of the woods yet. Bucky takes a breath, tries to remember that this is happening here and now, this isn't just some hallucination of old fears that are getting dragged up thanks to the caves. He can't help if he starts getting distracted by what's real and what's not.

At least his voice is still passingly calm, even if there's still urgency there, and a lot of it.]

Is there a wall you can lean against? Don't try and talk unless you're starting to feel better, you need to keep focused on breathing, okay?