[ In this moment, he finds himself conflicted. He ought to be focusing solely upon her, as she is the one in distress, but her words are bringing to mind memories he has tried very hard to leave firmly in the past. At the time, he insisted that he was well, or as well as possible, because there were far more important things that needed to be seen to. But the truth of the matter was, the time he spent in the Vault had rattled him more than he had ever told anyone.

Oh, his wounds were not all that serious in the grand scheme, although they ached terribly at the time, and still do so from time to time. What hurt the most was not the wounds themselves, but the fact that his own father ordered his interrogation, as well as the identity of the person who carried out said act.

But now is not the time for recalling those memories, and Aymeric shakes his head once as if that will dislodge them from his mind. ]

I am, I assure you. [ It seems to him that his words are at least reaching her in her dream, and so he continues speaking to her. ] As capable as the chirurgeons are, and as grateful as I am for their aid, I must admit that I would have liked to have you present then as well. But do not lay blame upon yourself, Lantaa.

[ Because he fears that is what she is doing, and he will not have her blaming herself for it. ]

You have cared for me, and I consider myself very safe indeed: all because of you.