"I don't think that there's such a thing. At least, for my old soul." He was blunt about it. It wasn't as if he had much to lose with her, but when she asked if there was anything he could do, it got something near a smile from him. "Nothing to make me look less like shit. As long as I was human, I didn't realize that my powers were slowly being moved into Ariel." He gave a slight shrug and then smiled more earnestly. "Of course, my appearance has nothing to do with my current mental state. I'm simply glad you haven't carried any malice for what I've done to you. In time, I hope you may stop fearing me." She was a sweet creature, under the grit and short fuse, and he did not want to see her fear anything. No warrior should.