His brows immediately lift with interest, and he lets out a quiet 'huh', lifting a thoughtful hand to his mouth.

"A self-nourishing cycle of fear and it's own consumption," He murmurs. "That... adds up, now that I think about it. I'd never considered that an Avatar could feed off their own fear, but if there was no tie, no higher tier of the food chain to take that energy..."

His gaze drifts off to the side as he falls into thought, but he catches himself, looks back Erin's way, and clears his throat.

"I'm glad that--- some version of myself could help, even if the way I helped is still a bit, ah. Nebulous to me." He offers a hand to shake. "But even still, the semantics matter less than someone being free of the Dread Powers, one way or another."