A life is worth quite a lot. Most mortals only ever get the chance to have one, after all.

[He turns his attention to the pod she has chosen, squinting just a little before looking back down at Max with the most benign smile he can manage.]

Unless you are the sort to prefer solitude. There is no guarantee he will wake, if he is injured.

[Oh wait -- that's not very helpful, is it? He seems to realize it almost exactly after he says it, and chooses to slide off his perch and stand with her.]

Besides, the world -- no, the universe is your oyster now.