Duskfire Glacier trees will make a forest, trees will make a bow

Rye smiled and took her nonverbal invitation, he was more than
happy to give her a list of his skills, or lack there of. The
males' mind roamed its' extensive memories for anything that
could be called exceptional. Its' searches came up empty, he
knew if little medicine, was nearly the opposite of a medic and
couldn't truly fight with an ounce of skill or strategy.
"In all honesty I do not have specific skill sets, I can hunt,
do patrols and generally do basic things. Everything else that
requires skill? BAH," He retorted, "I got nothin'." Regret 
seeped into his heart, staining it black and chaining it down.
In the last few days, even months, Rye could not keep his mind
from wondering if things would have ended better if he knew any
useful skill at all. He should have been able to help Towhee
right then and there but his complacency in his reliance on 
others could result in someones death.

"I do want to learn 
how to be a healer and have proficient enough skills to leave
a fight nearly uninjured. I was too confident in myself and at
one point it nearly cost me and someone else our lives." A frown
developed on the males lips, remaining present until he spoke 
again. "I don't suppose you're a master in the art of fighting?"
A quiet chuckle rumbled in Ryes chest, accompanied by a slight 
smile. He didn't like to be despondent and miserable in front
of new acquaintances, it never made a good first impression.