[ He merely shakes his head and quietly laughs. Perhaps he is too modest, but he sees no reason why he should behave any differently. He is merely one who commands soldiers, and often, those soldiers are the ones who put their lives on the line and therefore deserve the accolades. ]

Ah, so you knew from a young age that you wished to be a healer? [ He files everything she says about herself and K'thisru away, because he truly desires to know more about her and her sister. ] If I might say this, you and your sister are blessed to have each other, both then and now.

[ On occasion, he wonders what it would have been like if he had a brother or a sister.

As for the stories she would tell, if she decides to regale him with more tales of her youth, he will gladly listen with bated breath. So much of his time is spent in Ishgard, and on the front lines; occasionally, his duties take him farther outside of the city, but he never ventures too far away. In that way, he finds himself living a bit vicariously through the adventures that K'lantaa and K'thisru have. ]

Please feel free to do so, both of you.

[ He does not bother to hide how much he looks forward to the prospect of one or both of them visiting. But then he shakes his head. ]

I think it prudent that we venture inside, if that agrees with you.

[ He genuinely worries about her welfare, and so he has decided he must insist that they continue this conversation indoors. ]