Renee's compliment caught Sven off guard. "Oh! Uh, thank you!" He said, grinning stupidly. He reached up and pulled the Petals of Nil from his bun, his long black hair twisting free and tumbling about his shoulders. He didn't show off his looks the same way that he showed off his powers, but he was fond of his hair. He rifled his fingers through the thick waves so that Renee could gauge the length.

"I only keep it this long because otherwise, where would I keep my hair ornament?" He joked as he set both hair and ornament back in their proper place. Sven turned his attention back to their topic, though he was still smiling.

"I promise not to take offence at you dunking on magic. You're right, everything has its drawbacks. Most regular people cannot heal, and the dependence on trained healers can leave rural communities crippled. For an expert healer there's very little cost to healing, but me, well..."

Something like a grimace flickered on Sven's face, his smile faltering and his gaze clouding with a troubled dullness. "There is a cost, and it's paid by the person who's already hurting."