[No, she won't, he thinks to himself. Especially if this ability has been torn from her, like so many things in others. It's a wry thought that flitters through his mind, though he does not speak it out loud to attend instead to the question at hand.

An exchange of information. Fair enough, though this threatens to unearth something within him that he's almost never inclined to talk about.]

My magic. It allowed me to carry this disease in ways that others could not, and as such, here I am. Unable to die, made immortal by exactly what I had... [Wanted to heal.] ...tended to in others.