[A gasp is far better than a scream is, honestly. He waits for the other to speak, before he finds himself smirking a little. Offering help right away... what a strange kid this was.

He shakes his head once, fingers moving up to drag through the bit of scruff on his chin, black particles lifting up from him and floating off, like ashes.]

Nice to offer. Not really necessary.

Not unless your magic is adept at healing what's already dead.
Name's Reaper. You're on board with Death.