To her reply of Nyla, he merely nodded. He was relieved at what allowance he'd been able to get from her - he'd expected much worse.
He only hoped that he could convince Nyla before Emerald intervened. The outcome expected of that was... Much less than satisfactory. Not that he expected Emerald to purposely cause harm to her, though. He worried about what the bureaucracy would do to her.
He closed his eyes and tried to push the thought from his mind. There were more dire things to think about.
"Emerald...somehow, we've got to get you back to Reijh, so you can get proper attention. And....your arm may be less of a loss than you'd think. There are...ways. Ways I know you don't approve of, but... I don't see any other alternative. You can't..."
He trailed off for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh. Emerald was one of the good ones. Not to say they weren't all good, but Em was one of those he knew that, without a doubt, he could trust with his life. In or out of the armor. But he hated the words he would utter next, hated to have to tell her the truth of the matter.
"You know... Just as well as I do...that you can't very well serve Connlaoth in your condition. So....I see three choices. You can take your merits and be forced to retire, or take some bullshit desk job. Or you can seek a replacement for a lost limb, one that will take much time to get used to."
Then he looked down to her, his expression unreadable. "...or you can find someone to heal you, and be whole again. You're trusting me with Nyla's marking, so...I wouldn't say a word about it. No one would be the wiser."
