[ After a quiet moment's pause, he'll move forward to take her hand then. Gently, just to be something solid to anchor to. Just because she seems so, well... small.

Lost.

And if she does carry the plague it's not like she can infect him again, and if she doesn't... well, at least the rings would prevent it from that. ]

I don't know... It's Chrysanth, though. It's been getting a little colder. [ It's soft but almost conversational. That quiet kind of sympathy that more firmly believes in everything being okay. It'll be okay.

Don't worry about something you can't change now.

And while there's something tired and flagging at the brush of mana in his touch, like the usually ethereal brilliance of it is dimmed, it's calm and firm in that belief as well. ]

You've been asleep since everyone first started getting sick, I think. [ And there's a flicker of a smile, of something caught in the cracks between it, and he presses his thumb against hers gently. ]

Sorry I wasn't here right away.

[ He was in the battle in the forest before he knew, but that isn't something he's going to worry her with... ]