He takes the offered handkerchief, startled a bit at its slight ... wetness? But at least, whatever liquid this was, it didn't burn. He makes use of it and wipes the drying blood from his face. It's a small improvement, but it's something.

"Thanks." He says, though he keeps the handkerchief in his hand for the moment, idly moving it between his fingers.

"Will you be okay when you lose your magic? It's not keeping you alive or anything, right?" It's kind of an odd question, he realizes, when not even hours beforehand he had been trying to murder one of them, technically. And now he asks this as if he's concerned for their well being.

But Ten's next statement is a heavy one, and he sits up straight in the bench, his expression serious.

"Why would he kill Seth? Why would he do that when Seth was recording him?"