"I... gone on. People like me, if we're lucky, we're remembered as we are. But mostly be become legends and faery tales."

Nope, he's clueless in the idea that others will miss him half as much as he misses anyone else.

"Doesn't really help me to make the decision, though. I'm just so tired."

He smiles at the blanket and figures 'what the hell'. He opens it and drapes it around him in such a way as to wrap around him. If she's small enough at this point, he might scoop her up and into his lap.