[A noise rumbles from the back of his throat, something disgruntled enough to express that he's not sure she's listening to him. She's certainly not said why she's demanding an explanation to begin with.]

I don't know what it is you want me to tell you. I've already said it's an aural tear, you know what I can do because of it. And I'm now well aware just what it is this wound is doing to me, why exhaustion clings to me at all times and why no amount of energy from Glacius can sustain me.