Were everything fixable with magic, there wouldn't be much need for anything else. Rhea'li turns that comment over in his head. The ancients were mages unparalleled but in the end they were undone, in an oblique way, by their own hand.

He lets out a huff of quiet laughter, stretching out his legs. "I am fine."

More than fine. Taking energy, despite dissipating it through spells, always has him feeling revitalised. Even with the blood loss, he's not feeling the typical symptoms of weakness or fatigue, so as far as he's concerned he's alright.

"You need not hold back on your commentary." He explains, gesturing with a hand, "I grew up with sailors. There's little that can embarrass me in that regard any more."