[True enough. Garviel has spent the last 6 months emotionally wounded and vulnerable in a way that is completely unlike 120 years of his life, for he has lost -everything-.] Of course. Completely understandable. Spending time with you is never an imposition. [he reaches down to grab his helm, pulling it up to once again seal over his head.]

I should probably get back to keeping Cain's training up. [He gives her one last look, unreadable behind the helmet.] Though in all honesty, you are certainly the best here to cross blades with, outside of an Astartes. That night was.... a true challenge.

[With that, he'll turn to address the Commisar with his chainsword, still listening to Ciel, but hiding his body language behind the drill of battle.]