[ The motion continues, and Alain keeps his attention on balance. Rest has done wonders, but Alain is bereft of nourishment and is not fully himself. Cheeks whitened from the effort, still he stares at the other, pulling from Niall's words. ]

You have become concerned over my continued existence. For a mortal mey. Attached to the very same.

[ Why--

Why would you trap yourself like that? ]

Why would you do such a thing?