There's an eyebrow twitch of acknowledgement, but then Eula shakes their head. "A Hearer's skills aren't quite adequate for what I'd like to know," they say. "Though it does bring some comfort to know that there's a healer on board, given mine own limitations."

Dragoons get even more floor-tanky when they don't have any recovery skills at all.

"I will certainly keep this individual in mind, though most anyone able to channel aether should be capable of providing some assistance." From their belt, they unclip a cartridge - Fridtjof will recognize it as similar to the ones Thancred carries (and requires someone else's assistance to make proper use of). Eula tosses it lightly once before offering it for the young man to see more fully - this one appears full enough, but narrower than Thancred's. At the bottom of the cartridge is a seal that appears to be capable of opening. "Any form thereof will work, though I don't like filling them with raw ceruleum much, if I may be frank. Those tend to be more like to become grenades than ammunition."