Albert's mouth opens in pure disbelief, looking at Arthur with horror. While there are some that would fear for their own health after being in close proximity to someone with such an ailment, that is not his worry. He had thought, upon seeing Arthur, that he looked too thin, too pale. And now he knows why.

"Merciful God." He finds himself saying, "Then for all else this place may do, I am glad that you are here and whole."

He knows too that such a thing must weigh heavy on Arthur, on the knowledge and anticipation of death. He doesn't know if Arthur had made his peace with it, but he says it in such a way... a way that chill Albert to his core.

"I am glad you are not dead, Arthur."