He nods slowly, staying silent. Speaking now could ruin this moment, and he's too shocked to say anything. He knows how broken the Initiate is, and he knows how much worse it will be by the time he's sentencing the Signless to death.

It pains him, it makes his bloodpusher ache so deeply, that their moments here won't change the course of the future. Anything he does won't help the Initiate. He can't fix him or soothe his soul, and it hurts that he's a failure of a moirail.

"You don't need to give me anything." He smiles, raising their hands to press his own kiss to the Initiate's hand. "All I need ith you here and thafe and happy."