[Chris is pushing through so much right now, and she can see it in the way he closes his eyes and tenses the muscles of his face. She doesn't need anything in return for simply being here, but she won't stop him at all. If this is what he needs, he gets it. That is how this works. That is how this always works for hers.

She doesn't speak at all as Chris offers his warning and then removes his pants. This, at least, is so familiar that she wouldn't blink or feel embarrassment in any situation. One of hers is injured and needs to disrobe. His wounds are to be tended and no attention paid to anything but that. That hasn't changed with her forceful relocation, not even after everything she and Aloïs have been through together since arriving in Duplicity.

Her injured hand stays outstretched, palm turned down to keep Hawke from focusing on it as she looks up at the mage.] Are you well? Do you need anything before we continue?

[She waits for his answer before turning to Chris, tilting her head to find the cleric's eyes.] What do you need next? Anything I can do will be done. Here with you or elsewhere in the house as necessary.