Joran's hands slowly glide over her soft skin as he could feel her grasp bearing down on his shoulders, but it hadn't been bad enough for her to really try and rip his shoulders out, so that was something. Slowly he looked up into her eyes and sighed a soft sigh. "How bad are your legs?"

Hearing how it had been her own Knights, his own anger had started to boil his blood, but he was keeping his cool. His own blame was on him, as he knew he was the reason she was weak. Why wouldn't it be his fault ,  after that night he had caught her off guard.

Softly he leaned forward and placed his lips against the biggest bruise on her stomach. He knew it wouldn't magically make it go away, but he wanted her to know just how much her wished she didn't have to feel the pain she was in. "Couldn't get me out of your mind?" He tried to joke, trying to be normal for her sake, yet it come out so half hearted, that he could feel the loathing nature his voice had taken, evident that he was in a loop of mentally berating himself.