Abysa nods quietly, seeming to ponder her words for a moment, looking off to the side where a few herbs hang in dried bunches from a wall hook. Even though the dried leaves are similar to an earth plant, they are native to his homeland Hell, but grown in his own garden in the Nexus. Indeed, he had to adjust his methods of growing them in this place, as the two worlds differ in ways he didn't consider at first. Perhaps, he should keep that in mind when it comes to people too.

"Perhaps that is another key point, then. He must learn that this Nexus is not a Dreamland plane, and that many worlds exist that are not necessarily like his own. I noticed that he is curiously myopic for a scholar, and I wonder if appealing to a more curious and adventurous side of research will help him to understand." In fact, Abysa catches himself thinking of possible ways to go about this, and he almost seems cheered up, a brief smile flashing across his face before he remembers and turns serious once more.

"Of course, first, I must apologize to him, and continue with his healing. It saddens me to know there is naught but time that stands between his eyes regaining sight, and his heart regaining trust. It was my error that caused this slight, but suppose I use this situation to ask him what grievances he holds inside?"