[The further away the seconds tick from the initial shock, the more the emotions fade from his expression, leaving a dull, numb stare. There's nothing to lash out at here—at least nothing productive—and so the optimal way of dealing with all this seems to be not to let it affect him, to the best of his ability.

That's obviously not going to work out in the long run, but he's not exactly healthy when it comes to his coping methods. After a pause, he nods in reply to her offer.]

... yeah. Okay. [Gently, he pulls away one of his hands from hers and leans back to brush his hair back into place.]

Thanks. [Those things, though. He shouldn't just leave them here.] Which... would be better for you to carry? The armor is a little heavy, but the sword doesn't have a sheath...