Of course. I meant no harm, but another word shall not be spent on it.

[And certainly no offense is taken. It is Aymeric who needs healing, even as Haurchefant weaves to find a balm to it.

He brings a chair left in a corner. It's rickety and wooden, but it functions and Haurchefant has certainly been less comfortable many times in his life before. Besides, he doesn't need much right now.]

I spare it toward those who need it most, I should like to think. Mayhap that is arrogant sounding, but to me it costs not to be kind when another needs it so.

[This, he allows himself: he reaches out, gently brushing Aymeric's hair from his eyes.]

And you, my friend, can always afford to have it.