He gave him a small smile out of one side of his mouth. "Thank you for that," he said quietly. He took down his shield and let them into the quarters.

"Mostly it means give me blood. I don't heal the way living people do, and some wounds I can never be healed from, never recover from. The best I can do is avoid things that are actively inimical to me. I could have chosen a safe after-life in the Dark Realm, where there is no sun, and pretty much no one to protect. But what would be the point in that?"