Ryan's silent for a bit, taking the time to consider that while he enjoys the attention. He's always known that, on some level. This is meant to be a war they're fighting, and those fights don't seem like they're going to stop popping up-- if he wants to help, really help and keep the both of them and everyone else he cares about safe... it's what he's going to have to do.

It's far from the first time he's wished he was a healer.

"I still think I could do it, for you," he mutters eventually. "Probably the others, too. Hopefully myself. But definitely for you."