He did, though. It was his idea, and she may have agreed to it, but he's the one who thought it up and mentioned it in the first place. And yeah, it helped her, and made it so she didn't have to suffer so long, but... He presses his tongue to the back of his teeth. It's still not something he's happy about.

He feels stupid again, too. He doesn't know why she's so at ease about it, but why is he whining when he's not the one who had to die like that? With a shake of his head he tries (without much success) to clear his head.

"How are you now?" he asks. "Does anything hurt?"

He would hope not and imagine not, given how everything he suffered has healed up like it was never there, but he wants to ask her just the same.