[He looks tired, in that 'I'm so done with my life being so screwy' way. Still, that's the sense she's picking up behind the stoic, brave facade that he's keeping up, mostly.]

You mind lending me a hand for the next little while? Kind of hard to keep things going when you only have one helper.

[His voice has undertones of need, a desire to not be alone much at this point in his life. Well, not more alone than he already feels while being among some overgrown birds and a cosplaying Moogle.]