A shirt? He kept forgetting his arm wasn't really there, it was no wonder he didn't think to replace a piece of cloth. But having Corrie point it out, and remembering those moments upstairs -- Lorcan blushed quite red.
And ignored it, because that wasn't the important thing. "I don't want you to get more hurt," Lorcan said first, because that was the important thing. "You're standing like you're hurt."
Of course, she'd just admitted that she had a broken rib. "You should have said," he said next, suddenly angry. Weren't broken ribs dangerous? Where were her priorities? Speaking of which, if she was going to make such a point of it...
"Shirt," he said to Min, and struggled into it. By the time he'd done that, his sudden anger was spent.
"Just pretend like you live here, if that's how you feel," he said wearily. Though he wasn't sure exactly what the rationale behind 'that' was, except that it probably had something to do with not being seen anywhere near him. "And I'm a friend, or maybe a passing stranger, that you asked to guide the healer to you. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"