Well that sounds perfectly awful. He tries not to look too stunned or horrified; he suspects that would not be particularly helpful.

"I see," he says again. It's odd to him, and strangely frustrating, to find someone so clearly in need of help, proper help, angelic help, who seems nonetheless not to want it. And someone so very young. It would break his heart, he suspects, if that were a thing that could happen to him.

"And there's... definitely no hope of a cure?" he asks softly. He just doesn't want to accept that this charming little girl must be locked away out of sight for the duration of her life here. It isn't - well, it doesn't seem fair.