He sees the slight shift of his chest from that sigh, and that fraction of concern increases.

You look like it, he signs frankly. I can see it through your make-up. Nice try with that, though, it works from an okay distance.

Isis doesn't look anywhere near as sympathetic as Tyler does, still frosty in her glare, but at least she's not starting anything. What happened to you, that's more than a bit of a fight.

You got your ass wrecked, Solus.