[Hubert watches Edelgard pry her fingers away. Leslie's frustration came back to mind, empathy settling into something more resolute.]

I do not believe it's necessary, [he starts, (carefully) shucking his ruined coat and moving towards the kitchen.] A healer at the wall tended her ankle; that seemed to be the worst of it. As far as I could tell, she only took a few falls.

[Hubert drops the tattered coat on a chair as he passes, falling into a brief silence.] You should be proud of her bravery and wit. She saved my life.