A little blink was all Marco got when the blood was wiped off, though Tobias did let up on his lip a little. He clearly seemed surprised at the encouragement, looking down again, then off, trying to figure out how to phrase the most pressing thing on his mind.

"...Why?"

And that was it.

"Why... do you trust me? Why do you think I can do it...? I can't fight... I don't know para-magic... I'm not very smart... and I'm scared of everything.

"How am I supposed to do anything to help?"