[...It'd have been easier to say so. Sure, he would've been proven wrong the very instant he spoke to Deirdre again, but Lif actually seems somewhat startled by that for a moment. It's a look that slowly shifts to wariness; he doesn't understand, and he's not sure what to think.]

...You already know the answer, Vestra. I'm of no use here; all I'm doing is taking up a valuable bed. I am--fine.

[That much is said strained, as Lif attempts to shift a bit, wincing in the process.]

...If not that, then why are you here?