[ it wouldn't be the first time that he's met someone who is terrified of what they can do. after all, that girl from so many years ago is the same, and she could barely handle the guilt that came with such a terrible power. he doesn't know what to say. comforting others isn't something that comes naturally to him, and even when he does try, it's more than likely that his efforts will be found lacking.

so he falls silent, one hand reaching over to rub against her back slowly while she retches. the kenoma is a vicious thing, vile and unrelenting, much worse when you continue to fight it. he would know since he fought against its influence until he could no longer handle it. it's only a matter of time until it will overwhelm her too. ]

... I don't know.

[ for once, he only has the truth to say. he's not sure he can offer anything that will help. ]

Even if you were to reject the Kenoma now, and go to the other side, it'll come back regardless.

[ thankfully, he remembers the basket he'd brought with him. it has towels that he can use to start cleaning her up, if she'd allow him. ]

If the price is too high, then how do we help you manage it?

[ without killing her, of course, but he hopes he doesn't need to specify. ]