Listening patiently is often all he can do now. The state he was in made any physical activity difficult, and there was simply no fixing it. What was lost was lost for good. Perhaps it was meant to be a blessing, but he wondered if it was worth the trouble.

Why was he here? That was easy enough to answer. But before he can say his reasons were the same as hers, she brings up the topic of home, and he has nothing to say in response. At least, not immediately.

...I don't have a home. [ Yeah, anyone could have guessed that. ] And my injuries aren't ones that heal with time.