[ He knows that there's no way she can be fine with everything that's happened. It's crazy, even by their standards. To be dealing with this now, after everything, when they thought they were heading home.

When she admits to her worries, he can feel a familiar stab of guilt for having the same concerns. She's been doing better, but it's a big ask that she holds it together when they're facing literal armies of the undead. If she loses control and the others see her as a threat, even if she is one, that could be the end.

But... he doesn't want to tell her that she would be better off if she were numb. It's a moot point, in any case. ]

You didn't have any time to get used to it. [ He speaks slowly. Careful as he thinks it through. ] Let me help. I know a little bit about mishandling powers.

[ His time travel fuck ups may not be as flashy as an apocalypse, but he's lived a lot longer with the consequences. ]

We live with our mistakes. You can't ignore it and hope it'll get better.