He snorts then, making a face. Maybe he should have done it himself but there was a delight in what he had done to her instead. He hoped she never recovered, that she lived in misery of people thinking that she was always a risk. Dead was quick... but not a bad thing.

"Inej."

Seeing her like this hurts and he hesitates before moving to sit beside her on her the bed. He knows he should wrap his arms around her, pull her in close and he can't do it. Maybe he had been getting there but after the rot and the way it wraps around him, he can't.

So instead he does what he can. He slides his hand closer to her, palm up, offering before he can stop himself.

"Then we stay here as long as we can. There's no rot, no hauntings. Maybe draw Jesper in and wait it out. If it's gods or powerful beings or whatever you want to call it, I'm not sure we can defeat them without knowing more and... and I would rather protect you in this moment."