Without thinking Kahlil reaches for Wilhelm's hand, pulling it close to examine what he at first thinks is some kind of debris that can be brushed away -

"What is this?" His gaze flicks from the growths to Wilhelm's face again, the worry lines deepening across his face as he completely disregards I'm fine. Now he notices the roots, and he uses his other hand to reach out to touch the side of his neck. After a horrified half second the last part of what Wilhelm said seems to register.

"Saved? How?"