[ He gets the feeling he hasn't quite gotten through to Ryan, but ... that's probably fine for now? He's said what he can, after all, and he's not sure if he can think of any more persuasive arguments when he's kind of woozy and cold.

So Jion settles for giving an awkward laugh as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt. ]

Not sure how I feel about being trusted with something like that? [ He distractedly lifts the bottom of his shirt as he talks, glancing down to check on the status of his incision; the split flesh has already grown a thin film over it, with blood welling up against it but trapped inside. Gross. ] I mean, I guess I'm kinda flattered you did trust me, though. Hopefully I can live up to it some other way.