Oh, she's not wrong. Even though he would offer to take the human one, so as to simply not tax her any further than she is already taxed, limited makes the new side of him frown. Limits... he could possibly break them with his Soul Jam. Twist them to his own devices as needed.

But he's seen the memory of an old man on his knees in a basement, pulling human knowledge close around him, ripping his mind apart seam by seam. Is that why his soul became so inexorably tied to Shadow Milks?

And yet, to even take a touch of Ourania's power while she's so injured...

He sighs softly and moves to take her hand, folding his other on top of it.

"I do not wish to tax you."