[ He watches her for a moment, silent. There's a lack of attitude here, a lack of the usual cocky aggression that he keeps up as a front, a facade, an iron curtain to keep whatever traces of William there's left in him carefully hidden. There's always been more to him than meets the eye and maybe in this moment Saya has a chance to see that. ]
And neither do you, from th' looks of it. [ Idly dropped, tone neutral. She's suffering through what he fears the most. ]