Cassian couldn't help it really. He gives a soft, mirthless chuckle, moving to kneel down beside him.

"Aye... I 'spose that's fair enough..." He was looking, checking without touching for any signs of severe injury. Easier said than done with the man covered in a fine red film, he imagined there would be some severe bruising at his throat, just by the sound of his voice alone.

"I doubt it would have warded off a ghost, I'm neither good luck nor magic." Talking was good. While far from any kind of miracle cure, if nothing else it might do to help coax Tannusen back towards some relative form of sanity... Maybe.

"D'ye need help sittin' up?" Because laying here forever wasn't going to happen. "Or do ye need to lay a while?" Leaving wasn't on the itinerary either it seemed, as he went to kneel beside the fallen man, still not touching him.