[Ardyn's gaze lowered to the table again, a hand brought up to press gingerly against the damage to his eye and the skin around it.]

...This is nothing. I can see well enough to get by, and I trust Gilgamesh to cover for my failings should the need arise. You were hurt, and I could not simply allow it if the grace of the gods brought me to you by sheer chance. My secrecy, my vision--it all means nothing to me if it should be the price for one life spared suffering.