[Ferran has to wonder why he's encountered this kind of situation again—essentially making sure someone in the same dangerous situation as him isn't going to get themselves hurt due to their carelessness. At least he has experience.]

Alder's done speaking. You could talk with the others, but you'd be at a disadvantage.

[That's the softest way he can put it without outright saying what he's thinking—that Styx isn't going to do much here if he can't even stay awake. Ferran glances over his writing before closing the notebook in his right hand, tucking it and his pen into his coat.]

I'm sure you want to help, but you should know your limits.