"Too late," he says, shrugging slightly. He's sure she means don't die again, but he feels like he has to deflect that kind of firmness from the wizard of all people. Same impulse that made him refuse to get her food earlier.

He can't help but run his fingers thoughtfully through her hair when she smirks at him like that, returning to this sort of deflated posture as he considers her face. He shifts closer after another beat, knuckles running along her cheek. This is weird. He shouldn't do this with the wizard, but he wants to comfort her somehow?? It feels useless, just like the thing he requests after another second.

"Let me help you stop the world from dying? Permanently, I mean, not a year at a time." He tilts his head. "If not, then let it die. Peacefully." Whatever he has to do to achieve that. He's good with it.