Colin squeezed tighter on her hand when he thought she was going to have a meltdown. He didn’t have a lot of experience with the sick yet, but he didn’t want her to pull away and run off again. He could only just help that she saw as something reassuring than controlling. “Hey, thats good.” He said softly, not sure what else to say. He was trying, but he didn’t have the power to be strong, he didn’t have it in him to comfort her when he could barely even look at her.
“I believe that.” Colin didn’t doubt how feirce Lea could be, after all, she had killed him. His lips pursed together in a tight line. All he had to do was take her back to the sick house, then he could go pretend this never happened. He just rolled his shoulders when she began talking about owing him her life, he didn’t really see it like that. He just… wasn’t going to let a person get hurt, no matter how much he hated her. “It’s fine.” He said softly, but took her wand anyway, it was probably better for the town as a whole if someone with delusions wasn’t holding a weapon. “I’ll take care of it.”