[The scent of blood is indeed something he picks up on (a combination of his highly delicate senses and simply being used to it) and he starts to protest her continuation before she carries on anyway. It's selfish, but he pipes down accordingly. He wants - feels like he needs - to know this. If anything can get him through these days (months - years; he's resigned), it would be having this knowledge.
His grip tightens a little in return, and the sound that comes from him resembles a choked sob. He's caught somewhere between relief at now knowing this and distress over why he's being told this information now - that creeping toxin, destroying this impossibly kind person where she lies.]
Thank you— thank you, thank you so much-- [His head bows, obscuring the way that his eyes water up and well over. She may be able to feel a few teardrops against her hand.]
I'm sorry. I can't do anything... I can't do anything at all for you, but— [He sniffs, trying his best to meet Sen's eyes. His voice is kept low for the sake of not being understood by the guards, who seem to be enjoying the spectacle that the two of them make.]
—If it becomes too much to bear, I'll send you off as kindly as I can.
[HE'S REALLY TRYING TO HELP BUT THAT IS PROBABLY NOT A GOOD WAY TO DO IT. It's not like he knows any better, though. With the absence of hope comes the harshness of having to do what's necessary.]
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His grip tightens a little in return, and the sound that comes from him resembles a choked sob. He's caught somewhere between relief at now knowing this and distress over why he's being told this information now - that creeping toxin, destroying this impossibly kind person where she lies.]
Thank you— thank you, thank you so much-- [His head bows, obscuring the way that his eyes water up and well over. She may be able to feel a few teardrops against her hand.]
I'm sorry. I can't do anything... I can't do anything at all for you, but— [He sniffs, trying his best to meet Sen's eyes. His voice is kept low for the sake of not being understood by the guards, who seem to be enjoying the spectacle that the two of them make.]
—If it becomes too much to bear, I'll send you off as kindly as I can.
[HE'S REALLY TRYING TO HELP BUT THAT IS PROBABLY NOT A GOOD WAY TO DO IT. It's not like he knows any better, though. With the absence of hope comes the harshness of having to do what's necessary.]