Lea winced at the full use of his name. The language change to elven especially meant you were serious. He listened to you telling him the entire story of what had happened that night. His eyes diverting towards, he tried not to show any emotion when you described the people you killed, but it was very obvious that he was visibly upset by it. He started nervously clenching the sheets of the bed, not looking you in the eyes. A few tears were rolling down his eyes towards the end, he wiped them away, smearing his makeup a little. He seemed very visibly ill from hearing all that, but he didn't interrupt.<br/><br/>He was shaking slightly, his arms folded around himself. The kiss on the forehead made him feel slightly better, but then, he still avoided your eye contact for a bit too long. "I see." he replied. "<strong>I.. you're right. I didn't want to hear that.. But. I really needed to. I'm not a child. It does hurt. It hurts a whole lot.. I feel visibly sick right now..."</strong>He slowly started to look up at you, his bright blue eyes now onto yours. Your little princess hugged you tight. "<strong>And yet. I can only think of what I would have thought if you had died out there. If you never came back home. Or if they found you, covered in blood and drugs somewhere on the church grounds. What would I have believed."</strong>He winced and felt your hand press against his jaw, he looked up at you.<br/><br/>You asked about his larceny. His eyes diverted away from yours again. He walked into his closet, and pulled out a jewelry box.<strong>"I... knew you really needed money. So. I... Just started working some jobs on the side. This was from a middle aged gnomish mans house. Me and some of the others at the agency were working for a bachelor party. He paid for stripping service, which means "look-don't-touch", however, that rule gets skirt a lot... Anyway, he had this huge jewelry case on display... I, worked with Megan, one of my coworkers who's really good with illusion stuff, to help me steal it. So, I swiped them, and she made realistic looking replica's that sat in the case." </strong>He opened the box, showing several rings and other bits of jewelry. "<strong>This was my split, its worth about 10,000 gold pieces... I want to sell it to help pay for your new arms" </strong>He said looking down.<strong>"I'm really sorry. I... I just want you to pay off these people so you don't owe them anything.  I don't steal anything anyone will ever miss! I promise!" </strong>