"Both?" Lorcan said, blinking rapidly in the face of Corrie's only slightly imploring gaze. "Either? It's magic, and you know what that's been like." His voice dragged over the word know, making it take about as long as all the rest of the words in that sentence combined.
His gaze dropped to Corrie's arm wrapped around her middle in a way that looked protective, and he pursed his lips. Was she more hurt than she was admitting? "It might take a long time," he added, to give her an out if she didn't want to admit to being hurt.
Then he imagined Corrie deciding not to take the out, which was easy enough to imagine, and the idea of everything that had to be done to fix Min made him feel even more exhausted than he already was. And scared, but he didn't want to think about that. Suddenly decisive, he said, crossing his arms -- or at least pretending to do so even if they actually overlapped in front of his chest -- "It's not a good idea. I'm not doing it. I'm going to fall over on a pile of pillows and close my eyes and see what happens."
He immediately suited actions to words, at least so far as falling over on the nearest pile of pillows.