[The fact that she doesn't seem to feel entirely at ease with making such an offer only makes it more meaningful, he thinks— his gaze softens, and he offers a faint nod in return. Not-so-coincidentally, it ties in with what he'd been prepared to tell her earlier, and he thinks the time for sharing that bit about himself may come sooner rather than later if they're going to have any kind of real friendship. There were certain things you simply didn't keep hidden if you wanted others to trust you— but this was not the moment.]

You're very kind to offer.

[And he'll certainly keep it in mind, should the need arise. Amelia, he thinks, would understand his part in it all better than most. His companions back home had been sympathetic, for the most part, but none of them had made magic their entire lives as he had. They did not know the full extent of what he had done, or what he had given.]

I'm afraid you may be right. We all have our burdens. I intend to carry mine dutifully— I accept the consequences of my actions, for better or for worse.

[He might have said more, but a glimmer of purple catches his eye, drawing his attention, and his brows knit together once more.]

It would seem there is more this place would have us find yet.