Anduin's expression softens and he reaches out a hand to lay gently on the other man's arm.

"Of course not," he agrees, gently. "Thank you, for your honesty. For your bravery. It is good to see you at the market again today, though I do hope that you had time to rest and recover from your ordeal. Does your family...?"

He trails off, raising a gently inquisitive eyebrow. He had not appeared to have explained to his master, but -- what of his home life? Who did this young jeweler have there for him, to see that he was taken care of?