Preoccupied with Anya's condition, it took until now -when she had regained conscienceness- for him to recognize the goings on still in progress around them. Kyndal had confirmed something, and stowing a belt away suggested what that something was. He raised a flat palm, motioning for her to stop.<strong>"No, I do not. Though a quick peek past the doorway should tell you. However, that belt will require something a little more complex. Something I believe I can provide."</strong>