Eliphas all but shot daggers toward his Master when his ministering the sick comment was made, but thankfully Iris made no further mention to his silly jokes and they were able to move on to less embarrassing matters. Like going outside.
"Cold?" He practically sighed in relief upon hearing that. "Empress does that sound nice." He'd been stuck in an air conditioned state for so long now, the temperature kept at a comfortable level. Not too hot, not too cold. It was stifling, really.
Iris seemed concerned, but she agreed so long as she could remain present. "I'd like you to stay, but only because you're my friend... I don't need another nurse." The pout he produced this time seemed a little more sincere. This had been what he was worried about, people fussing and trying to urge him back to a medical bay. He couldn't blame her though, could he? She cared, it was only natural she'd want what was best for him.
Were the cards reversed he'd want her well cared for.
"Sorry" he mumbled, before he shuffled forward on the bed and awkwardly shifted into the hover chair. He grunted some as he settled into place, then hovered over to his dresser to pull out one of his thicker robes. It was black, with a few pieces of gilded embroidery which he could easily hide within the folds. One of the few things he still had from home. Winter in the Tetan mountains could be particularly chilly.
He draped it around himself, pulled up the hood, then looked between them both. "How'd I look?" he asked with a playful grin, before scooting the chair over to where Starlin awaited.
