"This isn't your fault, Iolaus. You're not the one who said to send the plastic things." Really, guilt issues aside, if people were going to blame themselves for something, try not to go for something completely out of their control. "It's whoever is behind this..." Not like Gabrielle listened to her own advice, but if she had listened to Xena, had killed Hope, so much pain could have been avoided. So much death. And she had led the attack in which Phlanagus had died. had failed to stop the soldier who killed him. Had missed. That was the difference. Getting caught because of crazy plastic things with no minds? Hardly Iolaus' fault and just the fault of whomever was crazy enough to do this.
Still, Gabrielle was more than slightly worried. Between the beginning of a fever and the rambling, it was far too much like Prometheus. Which meant Iolaus was out of sorts and not certain on what he was saying. But still. Hearing him say he didn't know her anymore? It hurt. A lot. Broke her heart, even. How could he say that? She'd been trying so hard to be the Gabrielle he knew. Even if she was tired. Even if she was more reserved and burdened down with what had happened.
"Of course you know me, I'm Gabrielle." Forcing herself to smile some, Gabrielle knelt before Iolaus as he finally decided to use the wall for support and sit, focusing on his wrists as she had finished with the chest wound and managed to bandage it as best she could. She didn't know what she could do about the head injury though, beyond keep Iolaus conscious.
"You always catch the bigger fish. You would think Hercules would accept this by now."
So it was running with his random comments and trying to keep his spirits up. It had worked before. Until he had died briefly. But no. They weren't doing that again. Gabrielle refused for that route to be taken because she didn't know if Iolaus would be granted another chance to live. It had been sheer luck and Prometheus before. They didn't have that here. Which meant he wasn't dying. Not here, not now.