You aren't setting something like this yourself. [He gave his head a small shake, her resistance was only going to make him fuss all the more.] Let me do it - I can look at it, heal it a little as I go. [Healing a single, smaller area was very different from the power granted from his Resurgence skill but he'd do what he could for her.]

You'll be fighting fit in no time, then. [Punctuated with a bit of a smile, even if he knew it was a manipulative thing to say.]

Now, let me take a look - the laces that hold this piece on, they're over here, aren't they? [Large fingers brushed against the woman's arm, looking for where those heavy pauldrons connected.] These first, then your breastplate - then I'll take a look at that arm properly.

[The laces weren't where he'd expected, having to gingerly brush his large paws on either one of the woman's arms, until he found where the pieces connected - no laces like a mercenary would have though. Buckles and straps, a properly fitted piece of armour on a proper soldier. They came undone easily enough, pulling off the shoulder guards and pauldrons, some of that weight lifted from her now.]

How does that feel?