Charity reached out and caught his hand, stopping him as she moved to the buttons of his robe. Then she reached inside the pockets as she kept her eyes on his face. "Found it.." she said, with a sigh. There was a look on her face as she stared at him, it was sadness. It was one of the few admissions he'd ever made about the war, and she understood why. It spoke volumes that he had to carry a pain potion with him.
"Do you want me help you sit up?" she asked, her face changing to one of indifference as she spoke again.