[The man's standing tall in spite of his wounds. Caster's sharp eyes dig up each minuscule detail, stitches them together into a conclusion. He rests his hand on the pages of his book.]

If you die, I'll die with you. [He says it in a matter-of-factly tone.] It's only natural for me to be concerned for the health of my new Master, moron. Though I don't place great value on my life, I'd be disappointed if this story were cut short. Quit that act and sit down.

[He emphasizes the command with a flick of his finger.]

I'm a useless fighter, but I can patch you up, at the very least. I can't stand a sloppy magus.