*doesn't even process your weak reassurances, his heart is pounding so wildly at the prospect of your latest brush* No no no no. *wraps his arms around you tightly, his brow knitting in pain, pressing his cheek to yours as if his warmth alone might keep you safe from Death herself*
*obviously upset* No, Glor. I can't. Why? Why must she haunt you? Haven't you suffered enough?? *kisses you tenderly, fearfully* Stay with me. I'll kill her if she comes near. *(and never mind the utter futility of that notion)*