He doesn't even flinch anymore-- if nothing else, even if the red lyrium has him in constant pain, his other tactile senses have been dulled. No wonder they fight so well, for so long. He's honestly amazed he's been allowed to stay here, looking the way he does. It makes people nervous, with good reason.

"No," he says, his voice gravelly, "there's nothing you can do." Aside from continue to fuss, and to worry about him, which is the opposite of what he wants. They're out of harm's way, for the time being. His use to her is dwindling.