He was the most fucking traditional- I held down a patient for him, once, to stop them from thrashing about while he treated them. And he gave me a hard time for subverting his free will by force. Even that was too close to violence for his delicate fucking sensibilities.

[ He's complaining, but there's fondness to it. Speakers don't compromise on what they believe. None of them do. Sypha hasn't, even now. It's just that what she believes in is a little different from the rest of her people. ]

Once you're back on your feet, then. I- thank you. Everything that's happened, and you're the one who's here fixing my problems, even now. But he'd be grateful. I know he would.