He reaches over and rests a hand on the other man's shoulder, channeling some of his healing magic into him. He may not be able to do whatever he did again, but Libra wanted him to be able to get away if he needed.

"Is there a way I can give you any of mine?" If he had any, that is. Sure, Emet-Selch had taught him about his magic, but he didn't know if things crossed between worlds.