Lord John may be the one with the injury bad enough that he's made himself a makeshift eye patch, and yet -- he finds himself overcome with concern for the woman in front of him as she explains her lack of sleep. And -- had she just said something about human sacrifices? ...that's neither here nor there, he squeezes her fingers in his own and lets that slide for now in favor of focusing on what he can manage.

"Come," he says, and guides her towards a nearby chest, which will make as good a seat as any in a pinch. "Please, sit. Rest a moment. Tell me again -- you have been here... For over a month?"

His clear blue eyes -- eye -- studies her face, his expression open and direct, and more than a little bit concerned at this point.