The Shadow rolls to his feet once he's slid past, wheezing a little himself. He takes in Ichi's pose on the floor, rises from his crouch, and approaches without making an effort to mask his breathing or footsteps. A large, slightly gnarled hand reaches for the blind man's, and he begins to speak, then gives a rattling cough. After a moment he tries again, bracing himself to haul Ichi to his feet. "I think... we each need a last drink to recover." There is good humour in his voice, but it will be a few minutes more before his breathing settles down.