[At first, Dion doesn't quite understand why Clive is making faces at him but - ah. Right. He scowls down at the table, ignoring the way the tips of his ears begin to burn. He's grateful for the shift in subject, morbid though it may be. At least it's something he can focus on while he calms down.]

How lucky you must be, to have stumbled upon a friend like that. [He is curious how this friend managed to come upon such abilities, especially when the siblings had said that no one else of their realm had arrived in this world. He doesn't ask after that for now.]

I had wondered what ailed Joshua when we were eating the other day. [The detail hadn't been lost on him, even if he'd been distracted by Clive's terrible habits.] An internal ailment such as that is certainly far more problematic than that which we've experienced.

[He leans forward, far more intrigued by Joshua's case than the alleviation of his own.]

Is there anything I can offer to assist you in assisting him? Curing him would not come anywhere near all he has done for me, but it would at least be a start.