[As he rests his hand over the one already one his cane, Barok does indeed catch a glimpse; he tends to be fairly aware of his surroundings, and detail-oriented to boot. He wonders if that's part of her struggles, or if the loss of the limb is an old issue already managed as her typical self... regardless, he keeps that thought to himself for now. It would be beyond impolite to speak of it unprovoked. Rather than that, he addresses her trepidation with an uncharacteristically gentle tone.]

I've taken on the form of animals, imaginary creatures, and toy dolls while retaining my full faculties otherwise... and become acquainted with demons, elves who've lived for millennia, feline-like beings, and speaking plants, besides. You may consider me duly prepared for the truth, should you like to share it.

[Still, if she's that apprehensive... he has no intention of causing her discomfort.]

But if not... perhaps you could share the specifics of your difficulties, that I might provide suggestions?