[ He despises how moving to any degree causes him to feel exhausted, as if every part of him has been pushed past its limits. Of course, he covers it up with the most stoic expression that he can manage, because the last thing he wishes to do is cause Phya to worry on his behalf.

I am not worth it in the end, although I am certain she would disagree.

Still, he allows her to assist him in moving until he is positioned how she wishes him to be. A sigh escapes him and one hand moves slowly to the site of the injury, intending to simply explore it lightly and attempt to give himself a visual of the still healing area. He intends to remove his hand once Phya begins to work, but his movements are simply exploratory ones. ]

I would have come for you had I been able. It is a flimsy excuse at best, but believe me when I say that I would have searched every settlement until I found you. Even if I had to put in place an acting Lord Commander, I would have done it.

[ A sudden swell of strength rises inside him, and the tone of his voice shifts accordingly, only for it to fade mere seconds later. He does not lack in conviction, or so it seems; strength, on the other hand, is another matter entirely. ]

Of course. And- lest you wonder... [ Again, he pauses to catch his breath. If she can truly restore his lost strength, it will be a welcome change. ]

I... I care about you very much. [ If she is able to read between the lines, the care he has for her is more akin to love, and yet, somehow, speaking those exact words is something that gives him pause. He does truly love her, and yet to so plainly declare those words... Perhaps the passage of time and circumstance has caused him to forget how to speak so plainly. ] I have missed you greatly.