"Until you're well enough." The healer frowned, looking tired and defeated by emotions. The energy put into getting riled up deflated and sagged. "I understand the feeling of helplessness better than I wish I did. It's a horrible way to be, limited by factors that are out of control's reach. The guilt is almost unbearable at times. But... if you strain yourself to the breaking point all over again, the friends who will help fight alongside you will be impacted by their loss- your loss. I'm sure they care about your condition very much and wouldn't want you to hurt yourself senselessly. Am I wrong?"