Jack laughed at that. "Then I hope they're able to provide you whatever help you need, whichever way you're hoping to go."

The Fable didn't know what to say beyond that and kept quiet for a bit to try and sort out his thoughts. Surely his body wasn't choosing to shut down now that it had been bandaged. The man might have rubbed him the wrong way, but he did seem to know a thing or two about treating wounds. Kikyo had certainly tied the dressings tight enough to cut off any circulation, let alone bleeding. If that was the case, then why did he feel as though he was still on the verge of losing consciousness?

Lest he do just that, Jack started singing quietly to himself. If Kikyo wasn't going to provide the conversation to keep him awake, he'd find other ways. "As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains, I saw Captain Farrell an' his money he was countin'..."