[Phew. Okay. Satisfied with the result, he breathes a sigh of relief and pockets the snail.

The request is... concerning. The other man looks noticeably, visibly weakened from his exertion, so making sure he gets on the ship makes sense. He might need a hand. Someone to lean on. But the rest? Staying in the area? Where does he think he's even going to go in this state?

Rosinante offers him a smile, though it's tainted with confusion.]

Thank you. And, yeah, of course. You don't have to go anywhere. They'll come right to us, right? You should eat more if you can.