He sighs, wondering if this lackadaisical mindset toward death is more common than he'd thought. While he's aware that not everyone is as terrified of their end as he is, Carlisle can't help but wonder why it is that so many seem to throw caution to the wind in their everyday lives. His father had been so foolhardy, and look what happened to him.

"Right, so a bullet won't kill you, but something else will." Carlisle scratches at the bandages covering his right arm, his nerves wound another turn as he is reminded of his own near-death experience only a week or so prior. He pulls at his gloves, covering his hands once more. "Tell me, are there other healers here? People who can help should you find something that can pose a threat to you?"