"Awash," Aris repeats thoughtfully, not entirely understanding what she means but thinking that he understands enough. He gives a small nod and tries to find something to say to make all of this chaos seem a little less daunting. He's still searching when Viola's fingertips carefully touch his knee, prompting him to glance down. The pant leg is torn and dirty and the leg beneath is covered with gradually emerging bruises.

"Ah, you know," he reassures her with a smile, "Looks worse than it is! I think the suit's a goner, though."