Hm. [She's getting downright accustomed to people here holding that kind of danger within themselves, and on the scale of recent bombshells it registers fairly low. She rests her chin in one hand, watching him. He is not, she's observed, a very emotively expressive sort of person, and that necessary control is likely why. It's almost a little sad.] Also not a risk to take lightly. But you'd have to rely on that if Skulduggery does lose himself, correct?

Hear me out for a moment, then. Should the worst come to pass, and it becomes necessary to try to end him, I'd ask that you allow me to attempt something first, if the situation permits. The arte I used to heal myself, that day-- because of Skulduggery's nature, it has a high probability of interfering with the way his mana is bound to his skeleton. We concluded then that it wasn't worth the risk, but if there's nothing else left... well, it will most likely either help him, or end him. [She doesn't think no effect is probable, but she's more than adept at simply getting out of the way in that case.]

[Her tone's been cool up to this point, but now she softens a little, and adds,] It's not a burden lightly carried, killing a friend, and your gist sounds like it has the potential to cause much damage to you and to others. That choice, that responsibility, is of course yours, but if the option exists, please let me help.

[It's of course entirely possible that things won't escalate that far, especially if replacing the damaged ribs helps. Still, it's better to plan for the worst and never have to use that plan than to ignore it.]