Rita still has little idea who Tyr was supposed to be last night--besides someone in his own army, maybe--but nevertheless, it doesn't really matter to her.

At his reply, she blinks and tilts her head a little. On the one hand, she'd be glad that it's nothing serious, but on the other hand-

"Huh? Are you sure you're okay with that kind of thing now?" Her eyes stray to the bandage, knowing that scar is still across his throat, then back to his face.