[Billy follows her gaze, distracted from her question for a moment as he watches the bird poke at the ledge, searching for seeds. He'd left a couple crumbs there from his breakfast in the morning, when it had been warmer, so there were a few to keep it there for the moment, at least.
It takes him a while to regain his clarity enough to answer.]
...My magic... doesn't play well with others, I think. But it's okay. I don't need to be healed.
[He deserves this. The pain keeps him grounded. Reminds him of... what happened. How wrong it all went.
His body's never let him heal himself- why would anyone else fare any better?]
[17th]
It takes him a while to regain his clarity enough to answer.]
...My magic... doesn't play well with others, I think. But it's okay. I don't need to be healed.
[He deserves this. The pain keeps him grounded. Reminds him of... what happened. How wrong it all went.
His body's never let him heal himself- why would anyone else fare any better?]