[Ethlyn can't help but laugh when Ange apologizes for her language.]

I promise you, I'm not offended by swearing. I used to be a battlefield healer, remember? Wounded soldiers aren't exactly decorous when they're lamenting their state. [Sometimes they would try, knowing that their doctor was a noblewoman, but a hasty correction was typically the best they could do.] I can defend myself. The Gnosia were a unique threat, to be sure, but we had worked out a strategy for me to do my job as safely as I could.

He helped you because you're his friend. And it seems like he's more sentimental than he likes to admit.

[So, yeah. Sometimes that does mean being a dumbass about your own life.]