[See, when he'd made the offer, he intended it for the nonspecific future. He wasn't anticipating that she'd cash in so soon. But despite how the day's events have left him emotionally and mentally drained — and the day is nowhere near done, with the sun still well above the horizon — he tries his best to lend her an ear.

While he isn't sure what exactly it would mean for Kaine to no longer be herself, every possibility his thoughts splinter into is horrifying enough that he doesn't need to know the specifics to understand the gravity of her situation. As he sorts out what to say, his eyes trace the length of her bandaged arm. She'd been so touchy about the strange shadow marking her skin. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing or pry for more than what she's ready to share. After a pause, he settles on:]

Maybe somebody here could figure out a way to...undo it, or stop it, or something. They probably know a ton about all that stuff.