Kaiyse simply stared at her in silence for a time, studying her face in apparently stunned silence as she fussed over him.  He did his best to help her get him into a sitting position, but flashes of pain lanced through the muscles across his ribs, not quite getting a cry of pain from him, but there was a sharp breath or two.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what to make of her; a beautiful woman, certainly.  But she seemed distant and cold, hardly any hint of emotion in her eyes, which were untouched by the ever so slight hint of compassion in her voice.  Her actions and words hinted to some level of concern, yet it seemed so clear that she was distant.  Perhaps a conscious effort?<br/><br/>It took him a moment to find his voice, one hand weakly resting against the bandaging across his chest.  It was well done, the work of a deft hand.  He was undressed but not without some dignity; his pants remained, and that leant him some confidence at least.  Once the lances of pain from his wound had subsided once more, his gaze cleared and he peered up at her again.<br/><br/>He smiled warmly, and his gaze never wandered from her face, never roamed her body.  He had to clear his throat once to speak, one hand still resting lightly against his chest as if to ward off the pain,<span style="font-weight: bold">"Thank you, Lady Maki.  Famished may not be strong enough a word...I am Kaiyse Blastedlance."</span>He wanted to say more but found that the wound made talking painful, stealing his breath and leaving him panting softly, raised hand curling into a white knuckled fist for a moment as the pain spiked and subsided once more.