He looks at her sadly for several moments, debating inwardly. If she knew what he'd done with his life before coming here it's a safe bet she wouldn't be nearly as supportive--no-one would. But nobody needs to hear that story right now. Even he knows when too much is too much.

Besides--his past is why he's doing this. He'd made a promise, after all.

"You're right," he murmurs. "There are. But I have to try. I swore to my sister... I would be a healer again."

Melancholy only begins to describe his thoughts. A terrible, painful weariness washes over him and suddenly he wants nothing more than to lie down and sleep forever. Or, at least, for however long it takes for this pain to recede. "But I'm so tired," he whispers, his eyes falling shut. "So very tired...."