He's quiet for a moment, just rubbing Gustavain's arm gently. He doesn't really wan to argue it either- though he might if he knew the man was blaming himself- but... unfortunately that is how he tends to deal with these things.

"...It doesn't really matter," he concedes after a moment, "We can't change it. We just... well, right now you need to rest." Though how to get that rest, when physical fatigue isn't the problem...