Ardyn couldn't help but look up at her arm when she put her hand to his forehead. He wasn't entirely accustomed to human contact, or at least had not in some time. Ardyn had become feared more than anything, especially by those who knew what he was. The Adagium. The bringer of darkness and the end of the world, unless the true king would one day rise up to claim his throne and drive back the everlasting night.
Ardyn was already dressed in several layers of clothing. It had become habit, something he felt he had to do in order to avoid the sunlights sting. Not that he had to worry about that on the station but still, he quite liked his attire. His hat sat nearby too, on a nearby coffee table.
"While it is very kind of you to offer, I doubt any of it would do much good" he replied. "It is as if my very soul was steeped in some sort of sickness, but..." he paused, shifting in his seat to get more comfortable. "My soul is not within my body. It should be in the crystal on my world and yet I can feel it is near, somewhere... And something is very wrong..." he said with breathy, deep tones.