"That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Watch them try to figure something out while we sat buy with valuable information. I don't know if I could do it."

He pressed his face in his hands, nodding wordlessly. Too many.

His own near brush with death didn't bother him near as much, he had experience dying. And coming back.

But he couldn't do anything for the dead.

"Well, I'll try to avoid any tasks that require head shaking, then." And make sure she slept a good long time after this.

And then, because he knew grief, knew the shape it took, he reached forward and touched her hand. "Who, Sakura?"