[He tugs at the bow he finds and works on loosening the top from her body. Tossing it to the side once it's removed, he moves his hand to the front of his own robe to start opening the closures there. They're simple really, and he can easily slip the robe from his shoulders once he's opened it to about his waist, unhooking the mask on its rope and setting it aside. Under the heavy fabric he's surprisingly well built, lean but toned from years of archery.

His eyes open and he gazes at her through his lashes as she states her conditions for continuing. He's not sure why the bandages are even there, but he nods anyway.]

I will refrain from touching them.