[well, he can’t really put on airs and construct an ailment for her to solve more readily, and even if he were fit enough to do so, erasing memories is out of the question.

Blue closes his eyes a moment to try and consider what best to do.

what the problem is…]

Then… [he puts his hand over Marta’s, moving it over to rest atop his other wrist.] Work as you would…any aging, dying human. Is that…within your means?

If not…then I won’t ask anything of you.