Medivh's green eyes watched the movement of Khadgar's hand - aching to reach out for it, but he restrained himself. He had never experienced such urges to such an intensity before. Or at least...perhaps he never got a chance to. His eyebrows rose and he glanced from the staff to Khadgar when it was offered to him. After a stunned silence, the Magus couldn't help but approach and reach out to rest a hand on Khadgar's shoulder. He slowly shook his head.

"Khadgar." He murmured, tones soft, though there was a quiet sad look to his eyes. A small smile softened his features. "Keep it. You have earned it more than I. In the end, it chose you."

He looked about them, considering a good location to at least attempt rest. There was some some quiet sitting areas off the main room of the library - and perhaps the old reading couches were still there. The kind that one could lounge on.

"Come. We can use one of the smaller sitting rooms. I believe there are couches to lounge on that will suit our purpose."