He flinches a bit to see her hands suddenly flutter into a quick pattern, but there's a determined look that settles over his one good eye, and rather than watching her face, he settles for watching her gestures as she goes through them.

Well.

Well! No wonder this had been a mess. He hadn't realized at all at first that there had been anything wrong within the kitchen, seeing as... he'd just heard himself fine. And Amaya had been quite still, concerned, and staying close, but no gesture nor speech-- hand... wave thing. 'Dians, he probably let her stew in her guilt for a good few minutes while he'd been babbling his head off.

And the ghosts. Oof. He can't hide his wince when she mentions them, having personally seen what the ghost of a single loved one might do to someone, nevermind many. 'Dians, no wonder. His smile is softer, this time around, but no less sunny, trying to convey more than just words to the woman in front of him.

"Hey! It's okay! I don't mind!" He assures, and there isn't even a single edge of a lie in his words. He might have a bit of trouble if she goes too fast in her hand signing in the next few days, but he knows he'll get over it-- she wasn't trying to hurt him per say.

"'S long as I helped y'out, I'm good with it!" Bruise included. It's just a bruise after all; it'll heal.