As miserable as he's been since he got sick (the only thing he's recognized as being wrong with him), the kindness of the offer strikes much too powerfully, a wave of comfort that knocks him off his metaphorical feet in his current state of weakness. His eyes warm and the smile deepens, and some of the rigidness slips out of his posture as he leans a bit closer. He's not a one for unsolicited physical contact, but the space between them is maintained much less strictly all of a sudden. "I... wish I could teach you a bit more... I only know the very basic--the beginnings. It's, um, it's a way to breathe, mostly, that... It brings you closer to the Force. To what you're, um, supposed to be."