[Envy should be able to hear rustling on France's end of the line; he's already setting himself to put together some of the food he's got lying around.]

I'll send you as much as they can carry. Hopefully they won't... They should be themselves.

[France breathes out in a way that's not quite a sigh and more to steady himself.]

I'm sorry I'm not there for you. Is there anything else I can do for you?