Thedas, sighed as the pressure of his armor was being taken off. He was glad now for the black clothes he wore under the armor itself. Once to the chest plate, he gave her a tired smile stopping her hands. When she started to reach for it, shaking his head at that. "I'll do this one I'm already soaked in dried blood don't need it getting all over you." 

His fingers worked at the ties of the chest plate before brining it off. There was a hole in his shirt to where he had been stabbed. Though only a scar was left of what had happened.