[ His eyes follow her hair. ] Two at a time? [ She must've barrelled down them. He'd feel bad about it, if what he was seeing was real (wasn't it?) but instead he's just grateful for it. That someone's here to be a little grounding. Snap him back to reality.

He tries to move with her. She's got him. She's obviously looking at his eyes so he tries to look back at her while she is, focus. A soft 'mmhm' in acknowledgment to the murmur. He retracts back his hands and puts them against his own chest. Heart rate? ] Getting better, I think.

You don't? [ The confusion is evident though. Her head shakes and he places a hand over his own feeling along it and trying to locate the source of the throbbing within it. Yeah. The cut. Sticky with blood. He pulls his hand back and looks at it to be sure. ] There's a cut. [ He moves to take her hand and place it towards the spot, not touching it but so she can look. The other still on his chest. Maybe he spot too soon about that rate getting better. ] Over here.

[ Questions weren't being counted. An eyebrow raises with a slight smirk on his mouth. He shrugs. ]

Yeah, I know. They like to use medical terms like "you're crazy" "walk it off" and "the poison will probably wear off."