They shake their head and delicately reach out to him with one clawed hand, hoping to inspect whatever may be there. They would really rather not - this level of intimacy, it's something they aren't used to with anybody, except perhaps the brothers when they might need it, but with Scy it feels...strange. Not quite wrong, but unfamiliar. There's something old, tired, and beaten deep inside them that responds to him in a way that reminds them a little too much of what they are, of how transient their being them might be. But they'll try to help him this time, if only because they're pretty certain it's their fault.

"No, I don't think it is. I, um." A moment's hesitation before they make contact. They're still very warm, but not as blazing hot as they have been. "If it was, I...don't think it would be affecting me. But never mind that, we should see what you're dealing with, since..."

They trail off, not entirely wanting to admit it's from them. Or at least not brave enough to put it into words.