[ reading someone in the heat of battle; their motions, the movements of their muscles, the way and direction their eyes look— it's all quite different from attempting to sort someone's internal thoughts. hence, he doesn't have insight into what she seems to be thinking of. being here like this.

he only really stops wondering when she finally agrees to his words. once again, there's some reassurance that's pressed into the act. not that he would admit it, but you never know. she could have been injured or something else for all he knows. not that he sees pain on her features, nor blood...

something he verifies quickly enough when she pushes herself upwards. ] Something like that. On the bright side, we probably weren't called to war? [ he says this as debating this for himself, his head tilting along with his words. a master of assuring everyone that everything is okay. ]

I guess you could call this a summoning? But, for what purpose...