[He sees that. The typing, the erasing, a sentence that starts completely differently. He glances down at Dextera's potion bottle in his own hand.]

But it wasn't relevant before, or you just didn't want to.

[He pushes the bottle back at him, gently but without holding back, and then looks to Leliel. He's been here for so long.]

It's fine. You can't change what's already happened, but you can work on it and look to the future, too.

[So, it'll all be fine, he's sure. He looks back at Dextera.]

You know where I am if you want to tell me anything else. Since you're fine now, I'm going to leave. [Abrupt...]