[His attention is definitely drawn to it, as he notes how different her hand is now. Making that comparison, before he returns that gaze, his expression turning serious.]

... I see. I’d heard a whisper, but... [He shakes his head- reaches out to her, ignoring that his own fingers feel strange and awkward, to pull her into a hug if she’ll allow. A little anger boiling at Garlemald- but then, why is this happening, to begin with? He needs to know. That, though- that’s not something she needs to hear right now.]. I understand. Fordola- I promise I’ll do my best to help you, if that time comes.