(Lance is now inside the inn--Theo is laying on a mattress, recovered)

Theo: ...Lance...?

Lance: Uh, hey there, Theo. You look... you look well.

Theo: Where am I?

Lance: An inn. Part of the town we were traveling to.

Theo: I do not... recall... anything.

Lance: Oh, uh, really? That's great... I mean--you didn't miss much. Ready to hit the road again?

Theo: May, I can see the truth. You brought me here because I died. Do not attempt to conceal it for my sake, Lance. I must have failed somehow to honor my duties as a healer.

Lance: Uh... yes. I didn't want to say it, but that's exactly what happened.

Theo: In that case, I am bereft of all pride as a monk. My only small comfort is that my teacher has no knowledge of my current shame.

Lance: ...You're seriously killing me over here. C'mon, let's get going.

Theo: But I am now unsure if I possess the skills necessary to give aid during a crucial battle moment...

Lance: Stop it, Theo. We need to leave; they'll probably kick us out if we stay here any longer.

Theo: It appears I was wrong about you, Lance. I am fortunate to have such a friend.

Lance: Well, I try. I hope you learned your lesson.