"Medical help, mostly. People in these places don't always have enough money to go to a hospital, or even a hospital to go to. I've done a few other odd jobs in factories and the like, nothing much. I don't need a lot to survive, anyway."

And he's had practice before, too. This time around it hasn't been as difficult either, speaking in practical terms rather than emotional. It's only been some months, though - who knows how he'd be after a few years.

He pulls his head back a little, just enough to look at her face, a hand moving up so his fingers sift through her hair. A corner of his lips twitch, and he speaks up with some amusement.

"I'm gonna have to go on an actual job search now, aren't I?"