[ Although he is careful to be gentle, his fingers tighten around hers just a fraction, the action betraying the fear he had that she would slip away from him and there was nothing he could do about it. ]

In time, you will. She is on the next bed, just a few paces away, and if it eases your mind, I will summon the chirurgeons to have a look at her, and you. But I must insist that you remain still, Lantaa; the ordeal you have been through has certainly taken a lot from you both.

[ He sees how her shoulders curl, betraying the fact that she is still in pain, and he straightens up then. ] Perhaps I should summon the healers now. You still seem to be in considerable discomfort.

[ At her question, however, his gaze travels downward to survey his person, and he merely shrugs. ]

Nay, I saw fit to bring you and your sister to Ishgard. [ To the place you call home. ] But I have been so fraught with concern for the pair of you that it slipped my mind that perhaps this armor is not needed.

[ But at the same time, he spends so much of his time wearing it that he barely notices it anymore. ]

Would you like me to remove it? [ At this point, he will answer any request of hers, save for any that involve her taxing herself prematurely. ]