Don't strain yourself too hard on my behalf if it's nasty magic. Thankfully, I believe I was the only one of our forces struck with such an enchanted weapon.

[ But he knows Aerith is going to give it her all, even if it is. Siegfried has known her long enough to understand that they are similar in this way: stubbornly determined to help.

He's certainly grateful for the help in removing his shirt, because even if this isn't the worst injury he's sustained, it hurts to move that particular set of muscles. He sets it aside before following her instructions, slowly laying down on the bed.

Even now, he's ridden with guilt as he watches her move around and get settled. Had he interrupted other plans she'd had for the evening? It's possible she'd been expecting other company. He hopes not to be a burden on her for longer than necessary.

Even if a small part of him is oddly... happy for the excuse to be in her company tonight. ]