"That's good," he says hopefully, but he doesn't sound quite as sure as he had when he was also just making guesses earlier. He falls silent for a second, watching water sluice over the the pink tips of his fingers, because he doesn't actually want to move away to get a Fluid but he also doesn't want to mess this whole process up just because he's feeling clingy over a dream-not-dream.

He sighs against Lev's shoulder, sheepish, and his thumb trails down to rest in the cup of Lev's palm. "Do you know anyone who actually knows medicine stuff? I only really know how to make things worse, not how to make them better."