[He purses his lips tightly, taking in those words and mulling them over. After a bit he reaches out to take her hand again, weaving their fingers together and looking at her intently.]

I don't care if you're immortal, or can't be killed like most people, or don't bleed or whatever... I don't want to ever see you get hurt if I can help it. And that definitely includes any blade of mine.

[He can't remember it too well, but she'd been hurt, when he woke up still dazed and out of it after the Fetter incident. Nothing had been around them to hurt her except him, so... it probably was him. Her form being damaged meant she'd had to reveal the truth of herself, maybe before she was ready. Knowing how uncomfortable she is with that... he really doesn't want to be the cause of that. Not again.]

You're welcome, but also... I'll keep reminding you, if you've gotta hear it.