"Yes then. Okay." That he can work with. "I'll talk to the doctors."

Hell, it might slow the progression of the illness. It'd- be hell watching Mal all cold and still like Claire, like North, like everyone else that twitched and went still because of the ports but he-

If that's what he wants? York will make it happen.

Voice low and head tipped down, he murmurs. "Work's half done. I heard that someone had been working on it down below."