Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

The gendering of her role was not so alien to him, as every healer he had ever encountered was a woman; but he had also grown up alongside the powerful warrior-sisters that comprised the Cerberus, so it was the pale woman's other comment that struck him. It made sense, too, in a way; he did not think she was babbling at all, and actually appreciated that when she did speak she spoke with forethought. Too often Revui had encountered a flurry of words when action would do—but with this woman from another world, she spoke carefully, infrequently except for when it mattered.

He nodded again, this time drawing his eyes down to the dirt, and stared off in to space for a moment as his thoughts gathered like storm clouds. You can learn. Moonspear favours strength, and what you lack can be taught. Hydra could do it. Ah, but she was a queen now, a mother, and perhaps there wasn't enough time in the day to have her also tutoring the masses. Or... I could. If you teach me what you know, too.

It sounded fair.