For a moment, Maxwell's face remained twisted, pained, and seemed like he might continue... then his expression eased, slightly, slowly. As much as it could for the fevered tint of his cheeks and the glassy look in his eyes.

He nodded slowly.

"Yes... yes. I don't know what to do-- and I can't think...."

He trailed off and allowed himself to be led, half-dragged, to the healing tents.