"Déanaim," he breathes, only able to handle another half a minute before his hand abandons her shoulder. "Déanaim."

Sweeney tangles and tugs, firm but not a harsh yank. His eyes refocus on her.

"A fháil ar dom."

He's not sure if this will work, if it'll keep him from heading right back to the Infirmary. But he's long past giving a fuck.