Henry stops poking the unfortunate zombie's remains, grinning up at Anise and shrugging, like what he's doing is perfectly normal. Of course, in his mind, it... probably is.

"It's not like it's gonna bite me or anything! Probably!"

He stands up, dusting his robes off a bit. Naturally, the awkwardness of the situation goes way over his head, but who here really expected Henry to pick up on that? Yeah.

"I'm glad you're all doing okay there!" He pauses briefly, as he looks at the Precure and realizes that perhaps 'okay' isn't exactly the right word to use here. "Well, okay-ish anyway!" Yes, much better.