[ His brows lift and his mouth presses into a thin line as his concern for her rises.

There is so much he wishes he could do, but short of calling in the healers to have a look at her, he realizes he is not in a position to contribute much of anything besides his support and comfort and a hand to hold should she need it.

Still, there is one thing he can do for her, at least. ]

If you hold still for a moment, I will remove it for you. But I must request that you only examine the area, not attempt to heal it. I- [ His gaze drops for just a fraction of a second before his eyes return to look at hers. ] I fear that you do not have the strength nor the aether needed for such a thing, and I would not see you taxed even more than you already are.

[ Having said that, he places a hand on the edge of the gown, and another on the sleeve, as if waiting for her permission to remove it. ]