It is... a lot. Though having Aymeric at his side eases the trepidation of this new place. All he needs is but to look to his face to set himself more at ease. When they do reach the trees, he does let out a sigh of relief.

"Indeed. There is far less... visual noise, here." Everything was so bright back there. Here though, in the embrace of green, he can breathe. It takes very little time to find a pleasant clearing where they can sit.

He takes a place in a bed of moss, taking a moment to undo his chainmail... and pull it off. Examining the hole bore through the belly.

"Ah. I'll have to see to that, won't I?" He says with a hint of humor, searching for some levity.