"I didn't have any supplies on me for a basic healing and after...after everything I'd been through before I arrived here, if I'd tried to tap into my soul again, it would've killed me," Henry said quietly, more sheepishly than he'd otherwise have liked. "And not to sound too melodramatic, but at that point it felt like perhaps...perhaps I'd earned a bit of physical pain."

Henry cleared his throat. "I'm willing to listen to whatever you have to say whenever you're ready to say it and wherever you feel we might need to have that conversation." He was pretty sure that nothing his grandsons said could surprise him at this point.