[ heine squints against the flood of light, but doesn't turn away. at least one of them should be looking forward to make sure they don't trip on any of the truly prodigious number of decorations that are standing around this apartment. ]

Yeah, I guess. [ not through any goodness of his own heart, or at least not to heine's reckoning. ] Put myself between the ghosts and the people. It's not like they can kill me.

[ all heine has to offer is this body and his unusually high pain tolerance, after all.

he helps alhaitham over to the couch and keeps a hold on him to lower him down to the cushions. ]

Do you need anything? Water?