It didn't quite help unruffle those feathers. Mainly because a significant part of it was that he found the attention enjoyable on some level, just enough that he was aware of it, and he had no idea what to do about that. He held perfectly still as Davrin's fingers traced at the edge of where the injury had been, tingles leaving goosebumps in the wake of the touch.

He knew what he was thinking was not something Davrin wanted to hear - that they'd lost so many others already, that maybe it would be fitting for him to go down the same way, that he was acutely aware that once this job was over if he lived to see the other side of it he didn't know what he'd be doing with himself so why not just take the damnation and the clear course? He didn't want to be blighted, it seemed a terrible way to go, he wasn't going to go out looking for it.

But yes, if he could put himself at risk of it to save someone else's life, to save any little bit of Treviso, it was an easy choice to make.

"How long have you been a Warden? How much time do you have left?"

If it was death or the Calling.