[The moment Livio kneels down like that, Wolfwood wants to tell him not to...but he knows him. He knows him so well, and this is where he wants to be, comforting him.

So Wolfwood instead reaches up to lay a hand against his head, carefully brushing his fingertips through the hair near his bangs. He's quiet, for a while. But he'll speak up again, eventually.]

Thinkin' 'bout gettin' the dragon guy to fix it, maybe. But for right now...it's what it is. Was either that, or my whole torso gettin' blasted off.