Terence actually felt something like tears come to his eyes when he saw Ginger- but he was so bleary-eyed already, it had to be that. When she imposed herself under his arm and tried to help him walk, he let her.
"Yes," he answered, raspilly. "Need- family Healer. Africa. Libby," he tried to explain.
By the time they actually made it to the chair he thought he was likely already dead, but he sat down anyway. There was something wrong with Ginger, something other than her worry- but he didn't quite know what it was and didn't have the concentration to figure it out.