Six followed Jackdaw's gaze, eyes darting for the feline's form, accepting the soldier's words on Taerys, but the second sentence made him turn.

"Think this is something that can just be patched up?" he asked, body turning to look over the broken captain and the two crewmembers tasked with his care. "Doesn't look like he'll be in moving shape for a while yet." The words were ... gentle, wasn't quite the right term, but she hadn't taken his previous suggestion kindly, and he was far more aware of the thin ice he was on now. Suggesting, perhaps? They were softer, less authoritarian, almost more simple questioning Jackdaw's opinion as though he were asking for another detail on a battle plan--were just his tone taken, it might not even seem like a question to her orders.