[ He's been asked this before. He wasn't particularly good at answering then, either. ]

I think everyone considers their own power and privilege. Or their lack of it, as the case may be. At least they do in Harmonia. [ Certainly, this is very true about the Third Class Citizens he has met. ]

Anyway, I'm just a very helpful person. [ He holds up his left hand so that it's level with his face— he doesn't have to wave his hand in an arcane shape to cast a spell, just, well, vacate his mind. It's wind magic, so a breeze is one of the notable side effects, that and the blue sparks that swirl around his him.

This is a healing spell, so it heals whatever scrapes and bruises Byerly has managed to pick up. Also, lifts him off the ground briefly. That's fun. ]