Stephen might find it trite, but Benedict listens silently, watching the lapping water, and finds himself hanging onto the healer's words.

Even two.

At its conclusion, he offers the faintest twitch of a smile, still keeping his head mostly turned away-- he's never been good at hiding his emotions, one of the myriad fucking reasons he makes a terrible spy.

"Thank you," he says softly, and takes a breath, looks like he's about to say more, but instead chickens out with a second, softer, "thank you." He ducks his head again, touched, and definitely does not wipe his eye.