Nina could not offer much save the gentle stroke of her bandaged fingers along the top of his head, fingertips pressed to the back of his skull. "Come here." And a gentle nudge to try and get him to come closer - she could, at the very least, get her arm around him without too much jostling, if he let her.

"Probably for the same reason I did - the Death Knight isn't you. And you, Jeritza, need help before the guy takes over your life and ruins it for you."