"Delphine?" he asked, quietly, then moved to the door of the tent, holding it open. She would see that he had dressed down, currently only wearing a loose, light shirt, and a pair of simple, cotton shorts, with his holy symbol hanging around his neck. Now that she could see under his armor, the man looked to be somewhat muscular; not completely, like Darryl, but certainly much more physically adept than Cedrik.<br/><br/>"Are you alright?" he asked, a look of concern on his face, for the pretty woman. At her offer, though, his eyebrows arched in surprise, and he glanced towards Cedrik's tent, before nodding. "You're more than welcome. Please, come in," he said, offering an arm to wrap around her shoulder, and escort her inside.<br/><br/>She would see that he had cast a Light spell, to illuminate the interior of his tent, and had a small book lying open, that he seemed to have been reading from, when she interrupted. "Is something the matter?" he asked. "Are you hurt? Do you need something to eat, or drink?"