Jade Fern Grove all that remains of you is a crackle of your energy

Her assessment is swift. Everything will be okay so long as he looks after himself. Easy task, that one. He nods in understanding, taking her words to heart. Will do.

He flops over on his right side, attention never leaving the planes of her ghastly complexion. Naturally, he folds in on himself, guarding his abdomen and throat. As accommodating as she has been, he still considers safeguards. Given her apathetic behavior, he doubts she will find offense in this. If she does, well...get in line.

When did healing become an interest of yours?

It is bizarre for Natjuk to start a conversation, ever the private sort with a goal to attend to. Now that he's relaxing, there isn't much else to do other than talk. Between the two of them, she seems more interesting to talk about than himself. And if she does not entertain his line of questioning, he will not press. Nothing good can come of that.