"I meant no offense." And yet he'd caused it. Not the best first impression to make upon someone that cared for his brother. There were better things to ask, to say, and while he fumbled for the words he caught the blanket as given, tucking it around his waist to preserve some form of modesty. "I simply...he seems well. Better. Perhaps it is you I might thank."

It was easier to say such things while his eyes were not on hers, while he tucked the corners of the blanket about his hips in such a way as to hold itself up and not need his constant attention.