[It’s such a nice, genuine offer, and Kieran doesn’t want to be the jerk that tells Reynir not to bother. He only wants to help, after all, and it wouldn’t be right to quash that positive attitude. Especially not when Reynir has only been a friend.]

I-It’s not… I mean… I-I-I did get sick before, b-but that’s not what’s got me in here now. I feel alright, anyway.

[He sucks in a breath.]

Somethin’ happened and I lost my sight. It’s, uh, I’m… fine [ish]. So, so don’t worry about it or nothin’, I just… can’t… do much right now, is all.

[That’s the kindest way he can put what happened for Reynir, and he hopes that his friend doesn’t have any further questions for him.]

If you w-wanna help out around the ranch, I'm sure Pratt could use an extra pair of hands.