A heavy sigh, and his hand shifts to rest on John's leg, digging his fingers into the soft wool to assure himself.

"Yeah," he mumbles. "But he's a fighter. More than we could possibly imagine. This won't beat him."

And if he says it out loud, maybe they'll believe it.

He takes a deep breath, letting the warmth char his own lungs a little, and gives John's leg a pat as he goes to stand. "Right. Alright-" it's a grunt as he stands "-I'm going to- to get some food going. Something soft and warm will help, w-when he wakes up. A stew, I think."