His immediate response had been to stumble backward and yell in surprise as you tumbled down to the floor. You'd been hit by an arrow in the middle of combat and he'd been insistent on trying to heal you considering that Shadowheart wasn't traveling with you at the moment and thus couldn't do a "mass heal wounds". He suggested instead that he could try a simple "cure wounds" You'd assured him you didn't need it and tried to make you way back to your tent, the arrow shaft sticking out of the cloak you'd taken care to never let leave your body. A cowl, mask, gloves and tall boots ensuring that none of your body could actually be seen. No one in the party had ever seen you without the gear seeing as how you slept in it and never took meals with the rest of the party nor seemingly washed to any extent. It was suspicious sure, but most had assumed you had scars of injury you were ashamed of. Not that you were a Ratfolk standing atop the shoulders of other Ratfolk as you worked together via some kind of hive mind.

He'd discovered this after trying to remove the arrow shaft from your cloak without warning you beforehand, so when he'd tugged it out of the rough fabric, your whole cloak had gone with it and your ruse had been discovered. After a few moments and regaining his footing, he gave a nervous chuckle as he glanced around the otherwise empty clearing before giving the cloak back to you with a shaky underhand toss. He cleared his throat and seemed to recompose himself before speaking, his gaze seemingly anywhere but you as he spoke, his words emphasize d by a clearly uncomfortable chuckle at the end "This is um- a certainty interesting development now, isn't it?"