"I don't know." Quieter, as he starts the methodical process of removing his armor. He won't be able to stay sitting for very long -- his ribs hurt too much.

"On my desk -- I brought some... things. That belonged to them. I thought you might -- "

Vambraces gone. Pauldrons next.

"They're a mix. Warden... things. A badge in there. A feather -- it might actually be a griffon's feather, I don't know." He winces again, having to twist to fully unhook his left pauldron. "A few letters from families, or letters they'd meant to send -- before. I can handle those, if you'd rather."