He sets the cigs down, and smiles softly. "Your power is healing, right?" He turns up the flames so no one can hear what he's saying. "If you want to heal others, you must first heal yourself. It does no good to try tossing yourself into unfamiliar situations. You have to get used to it, get comfortable with it, over time." He sighs softly. "I know what you mean about feeling stuck. I'm trapped here, in my forge, because I have no idea what else to do. You paint to relieve stress. I forge armor, weapons for mine. Maybe.....maybe we both need to step out of our comfort zone...." He smiles gently.