Throughout the ordeal, Asher did not utter a word. He merely shook his head in silence, as he felt he had very little to contribute to the situation at hand.
Although he now possessed a light affinity, he could not yet use it for healing. His control over it was still immature; after all, he had only trained with the element for a month, and during that same time, he had also been practicing with three additional elements alongside it.
His talent was undeniable, but he was not a god nor some mythical existence capable of instantly comprehending and mastering three entirely new elements in the span of a single month.
His progress was great, but he remained bound by the same laws of growth and patience that governed everyone else.
