[ he keeps forgetting to be delicate about the new world situation. it isn't that it doesn't bother him -- it's just that accepting things the way they are has always been easier than dwelling on what he can't adjust. his misstep in reading others is proof enough that he's rattled. ]

Ah, your medic healers, then. In Ivalice, there's a great energy force called the Mist that runs through all living things. My healing comes from tapping into that -- I read some theory on it when I was around your age, but truthfully I didn't practice at the time so most of it went over my head.

Do you need any assistance at the theater? [ he feels awkward, and over obvious, but the one thing he knows is he doesn't want to be alone with his thoughts, not yet. ]