[There's little comfort for Silas in Ethan's thigh - he's just about as bony there as anywhere. But it draws his eyes down and the small smile he gives is surprisingly warm and soft. It's almost as though he's forgotten he's supposed to be suspicious and wary.

He hasn't, but by the shallow, rattling breaths and flush to his otherwise concerning pallor, he doesn't seem to have much choice. The problem wasn't caused by the lifting, even, and the man seems at least quite used to it.

Having something to focus on helps, too, and he allows himself a scant few more touches before he's stable enough to... Well, still sit there, but also think to speak again.]

{Good to see you in full colour, though. Don't know what the hell that was about, but blue vision is not a symptom I want to add to my norm.}