[There's no reply for a moment. He's honestly a little troubled. But the notched tree stands firm, and Asbel himself continues wandering the maze that's been created around him, still twists and turns away from being able to catch a glimpse of the truth.]

Yeah... Yeah, that's right. [His voice comes out soft at first, but then he manages to grab on to some of that old Lhant will. Now isn't the time to be wallowing in self-pity, after all.]

[Looking up.] Thanks, Christopher. You said something about moving freely earlier? Well, a lot of the doors are still locked tight. If we could clear a way to the clinic from here, it'd be easier to get people access to medical supplies and healers.

...It might not be a bad idea to set up relief stations around the base, either. Then people wouldn't have to travel so far and risk getting caught up in the fighting. [Asbel spreads his hands - one of them, anyway, since he's still holding the kit in the other.] We could even have people deliver goods from these relief stations.