His hands move as she does, pulling back, then one resettling once she's leaned on the wall. He misses her smile, but it wouldn't have helped in the end.

The worry is thick in him still. Just because she's had worse doesn't erase how she's feeling now. His eyes search over her, judging her condition against her words, but that initial brush-off seems like such bullshit the more she goes on.

"Fuck," he issues, quiet, not thinking about it. His fingers finally leave her shoulder properly when she takes his hand; they curl back against hers. It's not that he doesn't know humans are weaker, it's just...

"Come on, no," he says with more volume. He's definitely looking, and the dark-colored inflammation or whatever it is looks far too troubling. "I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere, don't tell me I need to leave. I--"

He looks from her wound to her bowed head, back to the way she clutches her side. His teeth dig into his lip.

Some stupid and hopeful enters his voice as he says, "You have mind powers, right? Feferi--I have this friend, Feferi, she can help. She has Life powers. She helped me; I would have died if she hadn't. You just, just push your thoughts or whatever the hell you do. She has to help. I haven't seen her in those constellations at night; she has to still be alive."