Knowing that he is immortal is very different to witnessing it. He had reached out in a foolish attempt at comforting him, giving him kindness in his final moment and he was not expecting his wrist to be grabbed.

He jumps, makes an undignified noise, his eyes widening.

Of course... His other hand comes to support him, not caring for the blood and gore.

"Yes, my lord." It's a whisper, L.L can tell him off for formality later. Right now he has to be a knight, it's the only way he can do this.

He scoops L.L up, holding him ever so gently even as he continues to heal.

"Let us go." That to the demon, who just rolls his eyes and obeys. He carries him, up to his room.