I was thinking that he laid hands on you. Treason to lay hands upon the king. [He lays one of his own hands against Laurent's, pressed over his wound, a silent assurance that he will be alright. It's bleeding a little, but not much; he'll survive it. He'll be in pain for the rest of the walk, but he'll be alright.]

No one here seems terribly happy to see us. I think we are a long way from Ios, but... [He winds his other arm around Laurent's shoulders, eager to keep him close in this wary and hostile city. They need each other, they can only get through this together.]

It's only a little tear. Nothing to fret over.