For an uncomfortably long length of time Luitwin sat there silent, eyes glued onto the man with unrelenting attention. If it weren't for the waves of residual fear, anger and longing he'd have noticed Ardnt was just as wary, if his earlier cursing wasn't enough of a clue. The robe he clutched around himself did little to protect him, as if God abandoned him in that moment to writhe beneath the half clothed form of this Alrian brute. He felt many things, and not a single one was becoming of a saint, let alone a would-be priest.<br/><br/>Luitwin stood on wobbly knees and hushed his gerettet, giving a short retort. "Dress yourself at the very least. Luck has it they're still asleep." He tucked his hands into his sleeves and escorted Ardnt out into the inner cloister, lit some by the night sky and the surrounding torches he had yet to snuff out. The fresh air did help some, perhaps more than it did for Ardnt. A small breeze that managed to stream in from the open roof offered more peace of mind than the stuffy walls of the monastery. Luitwin felt some small safety in the privacy of it, enough to speak in a voice too calm for the past events, even if those eyes still scanned the Alrian head to toe. "I wouldn't administer you anything, we follow some rules. Over-medicating the healthy could cause complications, and a man of your temperament..." The words caught in his throat, and his hesitation towards cementing their previous tussle was certainly audible, "I wouldn't want another accident, for both our sake."<br/><br/>After some laps around the small loop that encircled the garden, he gestured Ardnt over to sit. "I can at least look at your wound now, especially after that. It's by God's will alone that those sutures haven't torn, and that's with you fighting against recovery."<br/><br/>Perhaps the monk forgot what year it was, or the Abbot within his reach, the good word and plain common sense. Leaning in, he nudged Ardnt just enough to face the low glow of a far light so that it would catch on his chest, the fire making it seem even more inflamed. But even then, as he slowly draped a finger across the wound's edge, staring up at the gerettet's face for a wince, it thankfully seemed that way due to trauma rather than infection. Luitwin's mouth parted some, but he decided not to ask, simply taking Ardnt up on his previous offer and indulging... Just a little. Even amidst his sins the excuse that he held some academic curiosity was no lie, and the loose attire the man wore made it all too easy to inspect the work of amateurs. And not only that, foreign soldiers with next to no experience in the field of medical study.<br/><br/>Cold hands felt scorched by Ardnt's marred chest, feeling a puffy scar along his collar. "I don't think I've ever taken care of a soldier, not even one of our own. There are priests that spend their lives accompanying troops if need be, but you can guess that Herzens don't see as much battle as your ilk... I would hope my work wouldn't leave you another scar, though all the stress might prove otherwise." Dancing in the incinerator would offer a more dignified end than this, he felt a pang of primal fear, as if they still lived in the days where the sick were burned less they foul the air. And Luitwin certainly felt sick, with a disgust that seemed to hang on the tongue and a passion that burned in his gut.<br/><br/>"I make you uncomfortable."<br/><br/>A question, an accusation, Luitwin didn't quite catch what came out of his own mouth, projecting that fear onto a gerettet who kept his hands at all too safe a distance ever since he attacked a harmless monk. All the same, he stopped breathing a moment to think, to gather some natural segue into a context where that phrase felt appropriate. The monk felt he had officially gone off the deep end, and the slightest slip of control hurt more than anticipated. "Sorry..." It was all he could say at that moment. However ingenuine. "Our differences are great, you may find new ways to shock me, though I imagine the weight of judgement falls hard on your shoulders... The bath, the  jail, my waking you, are things that should not be ignored. That would be rather irresponsible of me."