Seth doesn't say anything and Daniel can only guess what's occupying his mind. Guilt, maybe. However ridiculous it might sound.

"It'll be okay." He repeats the words with absolute conviction. "You're gonna have to trust me on that."

There's really no rational basis for him to say so, but Daniel thinks Seth just needs to hear it. Reassurance that things will eventually get to the realm of Somewhat Okay. He doesn't expect it to happen immediately; right now things are too fresh and lingering and there's no way that the trauma of months in captivity will simply evaporate.

"And I'll help you," Daniel adds, "you know, once we've...figured this out." By which he means the bleeding and the gunshot wound.