"Hey." It's soft, quiet and surprisingly gentle, but it's still a protest. She's still disagreeing with that, because the other option isn't something she's even considering right now. They won't stay like this forever, they can't.

"Even- listen. Even if we go back and this- you're still not you..." And it's not something she wants to consider, but she has to. For his sake at least, she has to explore the option. She's treading carefully with him, toeing the surface of the water in case she pushes whatever humanity he has left too far. It's a long way to fall, after all. Carefully, gently enough for him to pull away without much thought, she touches her hand to his jaw again, turns his face lightly to make sure he's looking at her. "If we get put back, and you're still broke. I can fix it."

...Well. She pauses for a moment, because that's not entirely true. She might be able to. She might be able to heal the damage, but she can't be sure. That's not what she says though, just keeps her voice firm and her convictions strong, and hopes that that's enough.