He knew, of course, at Gabrielle's insistence upon him using her first name, but it was still a hard habit for Owen to break- it seemed terribly informal, disrespectful even, to simply assume that he would be allowed to address her as such.
Even still, he kept quiet as she spoke, not wanting to interject- and, admittedly, not knowing quite what to say to her without blurting out the awful truth. Her question surprised him, but Owen managed a faint nod. "Yes, my lady." It wasn't quite a lie- at least, he told himself that. He was alive after all. "The wounds are nothing that time will not heal." At least, the ones on his skin were.