Daniel decides to take a breather after getting most of the blood off and just sits there for a minute, exchanging his hand for another towel to keep the pressure on. He doesn't remember how long he's supposed to keep doing that, but he supposes it can't hurt. Or, rather, it can. Which it does. Still.

But Seth is also being worryingly quiet. He might be sitting down now, but his hands are restless and he still looks shaky and dead on his feet.

Daniel raises his eyebrows in mild alarm at the quiet apology.

"What for?" he asks, voice low. "I'd say we're about two to one on the 'saving each others' lives' ratio, your favor."

He drops the levity pretty much immediately. That's not what Seth needs right now. Daniel wishes he could walk over and sit next to him but standing or moving around in general wouldn't be the wisest courses of action right now. So he sits in the chair that is probably of poor construction if the way its legs creak is any indication but is still the most comfortable surface he's been on all day, and looks at Seth and keeps talking to him because he looks a bit frayed and disconnected from reality right now, and Daniel needs to bring him back.

"You're gonna be okay." He says it evenly, non-assertive, like it's just some obvious, immutable fact of the universe. "You're all right now. You're safe."