[ There's a moment's pause as he considers her, considers pressing her to leave when she is so clearly unsettled, but decides against it. Instead he lifts his chin, an acquiescence to her wishes, and says: ] Pass me a knife, then see if you can collect any of the venom ㅡ [ a gesture toward one of the remaining tentacles, the moisture beaded across the surface of the skin making it shine. ]

Carefully, though. I won't be able to carry you back to the safe-house if you succumb.