Duma made another shushing noise at that suggestion, leaning down to kiss the top of Samandriel's head. It didn't matter to Duma if he used up all his energy. They at least needed to mend his Grace enough to kickstart his own healing. There was no way he was taking a break before then even if he exhausted himself. He tilted his head slightly at the question, "What would you like to know?" There was so much to tell him about Preya that it was hard to know where to start.