"Personal?" Carlisle asks, giving him a look as though that's an odd thought in and of itself. There are moments where he forgets that his tabard is not so recognizable in this place, marking him as a healer.

Reserved as he may be, he offers Lance a bare smile despite the sour topic that brought them to it. "No, it's- it's not personal, what I do. It's a simple matter of cycling energy through my palms and channeling it into whomever I'm healing, coercing their body to use said energy to mend itself."

Yes, very simple.