The corner of his mouth curls up into a wry smile. Aye, all too often people have looked to him for succor.

But he also remember the looks of fear, the curses spat his way, and the furious claims murderer.

One cannot participate in war and not come out bloody.

Rhea'li glances about, searching for somewhere to sit. Lilja's state looks painful, and he's reminded of the dolls in the Antitower. But he finds an empty crate -- mayhaps this is storage? -- and quietly sits. He is dressed in the clothes Tataru had made him before sending him off to Radz-at-Han to chase rumours, so the skin of his lower arms are exposed.

"If there is aught else I can do to make it easier..."