The earnest reply struck him with surprising sharpness. He had always been content enough with his abilities. He understood what he could and couldn't do and was fine leaving it that way. Was the truth really that he had been telling himself he couldn't? His expression softened and he reached out to gently swat Aerexa's arm. "Hey, you're going to make me feel bad. I appreciate that you'd want me to come. ...Maybe ask me again when you're ready to go?"
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