[ He doesn't say anything, he's done this whole dance before, with Carolina or Maine or whoever else constantly dodging any offered help until he just did it. He watches Miles for a moment before he shifts closer, sliding an arm around his back to steady him a bit more. He'll pull away whenever Miles wants him to, but right now, well. ]

There is a proper medical officer in camp, now. [ With like five million years experience. ] It might be a good idea for him to at least look over how serious it might be.