It's fine, really, [he holds up a hand, palm flat, the faintest pink on his cheekbones.] Don't trouble yourself.

[They collectively seemed to have only these gowns to gird themselves, and the sacrifice she was making feels all the more monumental. Jayce smiles a gentle curve, his eyebrows leveled, an overt effort to reassure.]

Just a scratch. And besides, it's an impressive physiological feat.

[Jayce cringes immediately after the words dance from his tongue; probably not the most appropriate or timely thing to say, given the circumstances.]