Auria went over and gently began to unfasten his helmet and armor. She was shocked to see him in such a state, she had hoped he had mellowed after all these years. No, he still himself still brash and head strong, running in to the fray believing that strength and morals could carry the day. "Miss Mirabelle could you get him to bed? After he has a drink he should rest it's battle fatigue, whatever he was fighting it drained him. He'll need to sleep and rest, I think the shock of seeing me alive might have pushed him over, I'm terribly sorry." The young women had removed his coat and armor, he looked more like the average twenty year old now, barely like the Roman general he was.