Tri shrugged off her worries, just smirking. "I had a scratch, I think I'll be ok. Besides, my doctor had me taken care of." He gestured towards Neyan. Needless to say, as much as Evelyn was probably right about him needing bedrest, he couldn't truly see reason, as his mind was clouded with redemption, no matter what cost that redemption came with. He was determined, in somewhat of a bad way.
As she mentioned helping out, Tri was tempted to make a snide remark about her remaining seated, as to not break a nail. As funny as the joke might've been, he decided to keep his offense of the noblewoman at a minimum. She had housed him... Regardless of how much danger it put him in, being caught between her and her rivals, he did appreciate it a good bit. After a moment, he nodded. "Very well... I guess a helping hand couldn't hurt."
Tri walked out into the burning sun, the bodies around him practically frying from the heat. As he made contact with one, sure enough, it was hot to the touch. He could feel the heat through his gauntlet, even. Tri was honestly amazed how hot Essyrn was, even for a dry, lifeless desert. "Perhaps you're worried that I'll see the slave-trade firsthand? I notice that to be quite the embarrassment for residents against that kind of practice." He raised a brow at her.
He didn't realize how touchy what he said truly was until he said it. At that point, though, it was too late. Hopefully Evelyn would realize his words as simple curiosity, and nothing to get too offended over. Besides, he didn't see too many slaves around Evelyn's property. He at least assumed that Thresha was paid for her duties.