@devilbring​
They hadn’t expected to find the one who had helped them back when they had injured their leg out in Yesteryear here. The vessel would have frozen in place, had it not been for the fact that they already weren’t moving much to begin with; only circling around the outside edge of the ballroom at most, getting different angles on all dancing that was going on.
Perhaps a small bit of their true curious nature was still peeking through despite the mask, given such an act shouldn’t of been possible by a truly hollow being.
The vessel stopped in place, looking down at him from where they stood. At first, they didn’t seem to do anything, and it was up in the air whether there was anything going on in their head behind their pure white shell-- but it became clear very quickly that they had noticed the bright red stain on his shirt as they all too suddenly shed their armored pauldrons, including their cape. Getting down on one knee, the vessel reached down and scooped the cape up off the ground, holding the pure white fabric up to him in silence. They were expecting him to take it and use it to press up against the wounds he had and hopefully clean them better.
This wasn’t thinking, right? It was a knight’s duty to help, even if they had no mind to speak of. This didn’t count.
(That was what they were going to tell themself, at least.)