"Seems like a hell of a hereditary trait to pass down," Milo smiled as he joked. Thinking about it for a second, he noticed she didn't fall along that generation. "Definitely an odd one though. So that wheelchair is by right, yours?" It was definitely an odd way to look at it, but then he realized something else she said, something that hadn't caught his attention at first. "An empty tomb you said?" he asked bewildered, hardly giving her time to think as he barraged her with endless questions. His mind had plenty more, but he figured he'd just let her talk. If she voiced what she knew, maybe he could add what he knew and that'd help them fill out this puzzle. The look on her face made it clear was she was concerned, her natural tone becoming much more pale.<br/><br/>"Are you doing alright dove?" he asked, wondering if her pale face was another effect of the fainting spell she'd had earlier. Watching her carefully again, he laid a soft hand on her legs. "Need me to do anything for you?" Unfortunately, being empathetic had never been Milo's strong suit, and he was a little concerned he was helping as much as he could. His style of comfort had typically been brutal facts, truth that no one wanted to hear. But he wasn't worried about showing her anything, he was just concerned for her well being. The pale complexion did quite a number on her appearance, and he was almost worried she'd faint again.