Something inside him breathes a little deeper at her spoken gratitude, as though it's normal, right, to hear from her lips as opposed to bragging from his. That and he's glad she took his advice well. Sometimes he doesn't feel qualified to give anything, though he still tries. What else does he have but attempts to be better?

"It is. Battle is never easy, especially when it's within your own mind." Not that he has experience with demons fucking with him, exactly. But fighting the voices in his head telling him that he's a terrible person who should be put to death? That he knows intimately. "I suppose that's part of the fight. You get to the end and it's exhausting. All you have left is this feeling of... numbness. Like your reward for winning is to have to fight to care."

And maybe he's saying too much or not enough or not the right thing, but he hopes. He tries and he hopes that it'll be right.