The plea doesn't do much to soften his expression. He already accepted the girl didn't have good odds of survival. She was weak from the cold and devoid of the bright energy that should be in a child's eyes. Sights like that were just a simple fact of life in grim times like these. It's futile to try and save everyone.

"The houses will have more people in 'em, if that's what you're all worried about."

In the end, though, he wasn't the one who'd do the bulk of the spells. He wasn't much good at magic in general, really. Guts mostly tagged along in case there was trouble that needed to be solved with a sword. The broad shoulders beneath his cloak give Evie a noncommittal shrug. If his partner wanted to use up her jewel's power on this, he wasn't going to stop her.

"Do what you want."