I don't think Kailas wants ANYONE to angst on him, but.
[Kailas strokes eagerly over that hand, his breath catching as Malba speaks. It'd been awhile since he'd last heard that voice, seen those abnormally bright reds. Kailas, along with the rest of Malba's rag-tag family, had sat by his bed, imploring him to hold on, reach out to them, something... And now....]
A bit. [Kailas responds dryly, but his voice lacks its usual sharpness. He reaches out with his free hand, stroking the hair away from Malba's pale cheeks, away from the oxygen mask and the tubes.] But it's not too bad, Malba. Not... not too bad.