The Sunspire spire of might with a row of stars

Hurts. He nods slowly and keeps his jaw clamped shut as he looks her over. Inari wants to help.. he's mended minor injury before, but in a better time and place. Not now, though, so he can't find it in him to even make the offer yet -- if that was truly the only extent of the hurt she spoke of. He has no resources and right now, no clarity to find them here on strange turf. He lets his ears splay subtly this time because it is not something he can fix.

But in so many ways, he feels the same. He hurts too. His head aches like it always does and his body doesn't feel real anymore, but he knows it's ailing and has been for a long time. It's become difficult for him to remember what it was like before he felt this way -- all alone, tired, lost, and hungry.

"What hurts?" he decides to ask and tilts his head.