Daithi watches Brigham for another moment. He notices the fidget of kerchief though opts to remain silent, sitting to inspect his tunic, instead. He fingers the tear. (His armor will require repair as well.)

He raises his head as Brigham continues, remains silent for another pause, ... then, stands, turning from the other man. "You're right," he concedes, pulling the tunic over his head. "It was Solas before you arrived." He reaches for his coat. "But I like your bedside better."

Daithi glances across his shoulder, then, smiling once more.