Going by the way Belias's brows knit and his gaze fell for a moment - he did understand. He'd meant to sacrifice his life for his country and the people he loved twice and yet had walked away broken twice - and the last time, it was in a way he'd been ashamed of. He would never be upset at his sacrifice, only that it left him helpless for such a long time before he'd been able to move about and feel like even a fraction of himself again.

Belias let out a breath, bowing his head and then raking his messy bangs back. "It's only been a few months..." was all he could get out at first, before he settled somewhat, still sheepish and feeling vulnerable. He didn't like showing this side of himself to others. He was a king, after all - he had to be strong.

But, he supposed... a king was no king without subjects, and without his people here, he could live as an ordinary man. Perhaps. Perhaps that was all he was right now. There was comfort in that.

"I... suppose there's no harm in talking."