"I'll heal it. I..." His voice falters. His hands twitch with the unwanted memory of the twisting pain that tore through him last time he tried to heal Jim. Maybe Felix can't heal him.

He's too worried by that thought to think about his answer to the question. "I was here. I wanted... wanted to see you, at least. Didn't want to be... well. Hiding away any more." Though he still asked for a hood.