Cain tried to make sense of the stuttering and rambling. She wanted to promise not to die? That was impossible. He would eventually die. There was no escape from that. No amount of promise could impede Death. He considered his options. To promise he would not die was a lie, but Amuné had asked him to. Perhaps an alternate promise would suffice. 

"I will do everything in my power to prevent my death. I... Promise." He said in between her sobs so that she would hear him adequately. "I have escaped Death on numerous occasions. I.e. I'll continue to evade it, if that is your wish." He hugged her as he walked. He felt nothing, but had observed this as a comforting tactic for children. They needed physical contact during such mixed hormonal surges to maintain stability. Affectionate contact caused release of endorphins to the brain, relieving stress and naturally calming the subject. He employed this tactic, stroking her hair and softly squeezing her with the arm she was basically sitting on. His face, however, never wavered. It was evident by his expression that this was just a motion for him. 

Still, deep inside him there was something else. He shot a glance at the doctor before clearing the medical wing and exiting the building. [@shylarah]