His almost grayish toned fingers seemed to grasp at his copper staff to prop his body up, his almost silver-like eyes narrowing in a moment of thought as his head lowered itself in realization. There was no hope for this one. This one was not meant to be healed. That was their fate. Even he couldn't heal their woe and sorrow. Take the shimmer tainting their blood.

With a faint 'tsk' of his tongue, he hung his head down low as he let his hair fall just over his eyes, squinting his eyes. "This..seems to be your prophecy, Powder." He refused to call her Jinx, Refused to take a part of treating her how others saw her.

As his eyebrows furrowed in heavy anguish for a moment, he took a subtle step closer, his head tilting solemnly. "Even with such great gift, I cannot help you. I can not reach you..There...is a glimpse of what's left of you. But your demons are far too great. Just as how I couldn't reach Vander." He softly mused.