*Selphie feels that nervous mental shifting, and it makes her thoughts grow cloudy. There's a slight darkness to them as she silently internally berates herself for being such an idiot and allowing him to see her thoughts so easily. There's again that sense that he eants to say something, and she wonders if he really does want her to stick around*

As long as I'm doing something to help... Don't worry about asking for more healing, if that's what you need. I really don't mind. I want to help.

*She takes his hand, and although she doesn't know what he was planning on doing with it, she places it on her face and leans her cheek into it. He can't feel anyway, she reasons to herself*

Of course I'll take care of you - anything you need at all. But hey, don't worry too much, you'll be right as rain in no time, and then you won't need me around.