"You're not a bother!" Daia is quick to correct, with worry and concern in his tone. He'd hate for someone else to feel like a bother because of him. And then his face falls as he looks down toward the ground.

"...I'm just not a lot of help right now."

Orange, meet fellow orange.

Whether he was running away from his problems or trying to find something else to do, he's not entirely sure (but it's most assuredly running away from his problems. If he happens to find a better way to help, though, he'll be more than happy to.)