"Oh," she says, and stops before that can turn into oh no.

(What runs rapidly through her head, in less time than it takes to read: does this count as suicide? By her own strictures, by his? The fact that this sickness will inevitably be fatal doesn't change that reckoning, that's long since established, the Talmud says one must not even move a dying man -- but what about the fact that they're all but guaranteed to revive after a day? What about the fact that they're all possibly already dead here in the first place? Does she have any obligation to try to stop this?)

(That last one, at least, she can answer.)

"I'm so sorry. I hope to see you well afterwards." A pause. "Wait --"