[ For him, there is no turning off the worry that he feels for her, and he knows that his concern shows itself plainly in his gaze even as he watches her. He does not mean to stare, and yet he finds himself unable to refrain from glancing at her every now and then.

Eventually, they finish their dinner and move on to preparing for sleep. She assists with removing his armor, and when her hands fumble, he is quick to assist as best as he can. For him, it is very obvious that he intends to care for her, and that extends to assisting her with removing her own attire. With that in mind, he gives the sleeve of her robes a light tug as if asking if she minds if he assists.

At her question, he nods. ] They are, in a manner of speaking. I took the liberty of making room for your articles of clothing next to mine. [ He had to shift some things around, of course, but he wished to make room for her belongings as well. Perhaps in time, he might obtain a wardrobe for her own things, but a part of him likes the notion of seeing her clothes hanging beside his. ]

I do hope that that is all right with you.