[ She isn't really sure why he would even ask that question. He's unequivocally the victim here, and so she shakes her head. She won't attempt to elevate her guilt to the heartache he's probably feeling. ]

You don't have to worry about me. You were suffering an advanced stage of the disease. I think you should improve from here... though it seems to affect us a little differently.

[ Being an Innocent, she caught it early. But at least it means she can provide a tiny bit of guidance to the Aions still continuing to run into its effects.

After a couple seconds of looking at his vaguely unnerved self, she gently maneuvers to his back and begins herding him to the nearest sitting surface, which happens to be an artistic-looking bench. She nudges at him delicately with only a light touch from her fingertips. ]

You should rest for a while, though.