[Not often enough for him to be used to it.

He takes a seat next to Wash's bed to listen, and when Wash is finished, it's his turn to be quiet for a moment or two, unsure what to say. He kind of wishes he were better with words.]

Hey...I'm not goin' anywhere, OK?

[Of course, Wash could stand to take his own advice.]

Course you can't be prepped for everything. Else you woulda had your magic before you almost let the Nox use you as a chew toy.