Ask Sypha. She can explain it to you.

[ He continues the long, involved task of taking off the armour, occasionally tutting at a piece that needs maintenance of some sort. Eventually he’s down to a padded gambeson, which he sets about unbuttoning. The castle is always strangely warm, even when the world outside it is cold. He doesn’t need this much padding. ]

I’ll keep an ear out, then I next leave, but- [ He thinks for a moment, staring into space. ]

-will you both manage, if she does?