"Huh?"

Glenn squints at the sudden change in tone, at the more closed-off look to him. It's important for a knight to be able to read others to some extent.

"You seem fine to me. I'll welcome any help. Fuck knows I need it."

He frowns a little, absently rubbing over a scar on his arm, though his clothes cover it.

"You've got your head screwed on right, we seem to have similar opinions. I'd welcome your company, you know?"

He cracks a half-smile.

"I'm not as hot shit as I used to be, thanks to the injuries I got from my death, but I was a knight while I was alive. Armor, horse an' all."

It's somehow easier to talk to this stranger than to anyone else.

"If nothing else, I'd like to be friends. If.. that's okay."