[ He can't and probably won't ever be able to completely understand how it is for her to be cut off from the natural world, the way she must here on this station. Even when he eventually wraps his mind around the idea of her powers. But perhaps it's enough that he can hear the sense of loss in her voice? ]

Our regrets are often defining moments of our lives. [ Lockwood's voice was pensive and it was his turn to stare down into his tea as he spoke. ] I believe I would be suspicious of anyone offering to undo my regrets, unless there was quite a lot of sacrifice involved.

[ Or in other words. He may not be thrilled about some of what he's encountering on this station, but the promise to undo his regret? He knows it's worth fighting to deliver his side of the bargain. Even if he is doing so from a position of blind faith.

Glancing back to her, Lockwood arches his eyebrows in a curious expression. ]

Is the recovery of nature, part of the regret you are hoping to undo?

[ His question serves multiple purposes. She might, actually answer it and he'll learn a little more about her. Or she might use the invasive question as a good excuse to snarl and lash at him, which ... instinct tells him would be better for her emotional well being, than to be left with the exhaustion he feels weighing on her. ]