Gaius settles beside the naked dragoon, one eye a little watery but none the worse for wear. Gaius rests there, still in his now-tented smalls, while the elezen besides him collects himself.

"Wyrmblood?" he said, voice soft and nearly fond. "Ser Estinien, you must tell me if you're alright, or I'll have to fetch Valdeaulin for conjury to make sure I've not killed you. I far kinder way to die than most, but still, I'd prefer you alive.""