Barnaby relents to the warm hand against his forehead, and lies back. He's evidently unhappy about it, or that the description of his feelings on the matter are merely a routine, but he knows he has a point, so he gives a small nod. "I'll try."

Even if it's hard to value his life knowing the world is going to end anyway, he also knows he can't be useful to the Regent or anyone else dead rather than alive. He has to survive to fight for their vision, no matter what.

He also doesn't protest to the healer examining his shard, where he otherwise might have objected to someone so much as looking at it. If anything, it's a relief to hear it hasn't been damaged further. He can barely keep his eyes open when he speaks next. "Yes. You should be careful, too." He's sure he's preaching to the (infernal) choir on that much, but none of them should underestimate what the Sanctifier is capable of.