Silco had barely registered Kaeya coming toward him at first. He struggled to get up, the pain in his chest and ribs was certainly indicative of a cracked rib or two. He released a shuddering, furious breath, at the fact that the beast had dared to come after him again -- something that he was very much starting to take personally at this point -- and then he'd been thrown away. Mind, and it was begrudging, he would prefer that to being crushed under the weight of the thing's tail, and he made a note -- Sebastian was... surprisingly willing to throw himself in front of a near stranger.

Curious, useful. He's glad it isn't him underneath the thing, even if his ribs ache from what are so many bruises and fractures that breathing hurts, more than it usually does.

"Dead? I should hope not --" he started, before the figure moved, body shaking, trying to get up off the ground. Silco blinked once, twice. The color receded from his eyes -- not that he would notice -- faded for the moment, as his true perception warred with the shifting of his Aion form. He released a shaky, surprised breath. "I'll be damned."

He turned to look at Kaeya, who had already propped him up. "He's surprisingly durable. Why don't you --" he tried to pull away, with a wince, at moving his shoulder. "Go get him, so we can get out of here, before That Thing comes back for me," the last sentence ended in a hiss, as Silco's now normal eyes looked to the sky, trying to keep eye on the Sanctifier, to make sure he wasn't being targeted again.

Silco did take things personally.