Gaius' eyes are pale as sun-yellowed glass, reflecting the warmth of the firelight. He simply watches, for a moment, as Estinien struggles with his feelings. The man's more tender hearted than he realized; the bristling armor protects a kind soul.

"No," he says after the searching look. He returns to his bandaging. "I apologize, I mistook your aid for something else. The fault is mine."