Only the little things had startled him, the sound of Ardnt's sleeping body giving out a breath or the beating of wind against the stone walls, a particularly loud crackle from the hallway lanterns. But when he felt his back hit the floor and his rosary bite into his chest from where the gerettet pressed into him, neck strangled like he'd been caught in a hunter's net, it terrified him. Luitwin failed to even yelp, let alone scream, shaking irises staring into Ardnt's face to make out who he was. It was if the shock of it made him forget the body he'd been lurched over and prodding at with more carnal intent than a mere surgeon.<br/><br/>What seemed like too long a silence persisted between them, the monk stopping his thrashing when he gathered where he was in this hour of night. And after a rustle from one of the nearby beds he was thankful he didn't retaliate and wake the patients. Instead he chose to stare the man down, however pitiful he seemed from where he laid, a wrinkle in his brow from the look of pure stress on his face. And as Ardnt moved off of him with a worried haste he ran thin fingers across his own throat, a dull soreness rushing in.<br/><br/>"Spring loaded b--" He sucked in a breath and let out a quiet huff, stopping himself from an albeit humble curse. "I didn't consider... Call me foolish." Despite the butchered apology, his teeth grit with a low anger, closer to the spark of embers compared to whatever fire drove Ardnt to such hostility.Though it was really his own fault, he thought, pulling his legs tight together as soon as he could as if to reprieve himself of such an indecent position. A hand clutched the heavy iron that hung across his chest. "I was out of my own head... Your sutures looked like they were causing you irritation, and then your scars." Finally he pulled himself up, eyes following Ardnt the entire way to his feet with a nearly instinctual paranoia. "I get... passionate. I suppose that's a proper word for it. Like a boy with sweets. To think of how an untrained hand got you through all that, and without contracting any blood ailments... It's a little fascinating."<br/><br/>His words were hushed, quiet as they could be without becoming incoherent. "I'll be sure to refrain, with a man of such lofty sentences to his name." Luitwin pulled the edges of his heavy sleeves around himself as if a chill flowed between them. He didn't know what he was thinking, even if he had the willpower to realize that Ardnt, given his history, would have likely reacted as thus. And he did so with a skilled silence, the attack was swift and didn't wake a soul in the room. Though the lot of them were likely on any number of medications to dull their pain and their senses for a good night's rest. A normal man's terror conflicted with all the bitterness he garnered, though he hoped Ardnt would take any of his current behavior as a valid reaction.<br/><br/>He held his robe tight across his front by his arms and managed to function well enough to finish distributing sets of clothing, nodding his head softly towards Ardnt. "I shouldn't be keeping you over such mistakes... Waking you up, I mean. I don't see any reason to give you sleeping aides because of my own actions." His voice lost that uncharacteristic harshness from earlier, dissipating slowly into that soft, modest voice that Ardnt and quite  nearly everyone else was used to. Luitwin stood there with his hands clutched tight together as he gave his gerettet a sidelong glance, in some ways offering his time as repentance should Ardnt be too restless to settle. And more so, because his own heart still thumped a little too loudly for his own comfort and it would help sate the curiosity he exaggerated in order to mask that lust. As soon as Ardnt gave him the privilege he'd find himself carefully set on the empty bed next to him, sat up and inquisitive.