"Are you alright now, Master?" an anxious Eira asked through their bond. Most of her energy and brain power was aimed at restoring the armour to working order, but she could still hold a conversation with him at least.
"Hehe, yeah, I'm fine, Eira," he chuckled in response. He laughed because he could hear the worry in her voice. He realized she'd already made a decision regarding the choice he put in front of her a little while ago, even if she hadn't said the words yet.
Why? Because she asked about his well-being before she asked about the obvious: his conversation with the old man, her mistress' partner.