When Fayina motioned him to lean down, kneeled down and leaned closer to her. When she told him the secret, he frowned a bit, not liking that people hurt Svetlana like that while he'd been gone. Of course, part of him wished he could go back and change all that, but of course he couldn't. What's done is done. But he was here now, and he could make sure these sorts of things didn't happen anymore. When she swore him to secrecy on where he heard that, he nodded and stood back up, allbeit a little slowly.
Glancing over at Svetlana, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward when she asked him to take off his shirt. He knew it was so she could tend to his shoulder wound, but still, he hadn't been shirtless in front of Svetlana in years. He gave her a nod and started to take his shirt off. But his injured shoulder protested the movement of rotating upwards to get the shirt off. He grimaced and put his shirt back down, lightly pressing a hand to the injured shoulder.
"Um, I think I might need your help. I can't really move my arm that well." Because, of course, he had to wear a shirt that pulled over his head instead of a button up one that day. But he hadn't known he'd be getting stabbed when he'd gotten dressed that morning, otherwise he might've gone for a button up shirt.